I felt great yesterday after the run and a nice steak went down and satisfied both meat cravings and hunger pangs in one solid meaty feast. Unfortunately I was late to bed as a result and post midnight arrivals in the land of nod coupled with a few miles run twinned to pre-7 o’clock starts and 5.30 finishes has left me with energy reserves teetering on the grumpily low.
It was as much as I could do to cut the wood for the fire this evening after the run. Discovering I’d forgotten to purchase milk was a chore too far. I was in the process of deciding which bike to take when I just gave up and (rain being a bit of an excuse but not a good enough one) climbed into the car.
Bad. Very bad.
I simply hate using fossil fuels and lazy cop-outs for stupid errands but I feel I’m too tired to fight it today, so will just live with it. The chance to tick another mile off the 2011 challenge hasn’t gone unnoticed, either, and if I happen to be at 2010 miles and heading out for a swift mile on NYE, I’ll think back to tonight and punch myself.
The run was an ordeal of mind over feet, really. My garmin kept relating that I was missing the split times to average 8 minute miles (I never saw it exactly on the mile markers, but with 48 second increments to calculate where I stood in relation to the target and time aplenty on my hands through the plodding pace, I can easily work out where I am). And none of the times I was working out worried me; just being out was reward enough for this period of the challenge. But it is now odd when I look at the splits to find an initial mile outside target and all subsequent splits being below the target marker. So a run done without being decidedly slow to boot. Marvellous.
Time to head for bed and a much needed catch up on zeds, I feel. Tomorrow will bring challenges aplenty, I know – I’m just hoping going for a plod doesn’t become one of them and lead me into the temptation of an extremely short outing.
1883.75 miles to go
