There’s a pattern to my running and lifestyle. Unusually we were invited out for dinner last night – unusual because it was a Sunday – the mother of all school nights. It’ll be fine I thought, because I don’t have to drink much do I?
We arrived and almost instantly I was handed a glass of vin de fizz – I am a sucker for vin de fizz – and it went downhill from there. A great evening, great food and a shed load of wine.
Monday morning… OUCH!
I made it through the day, fortunately working from home, but even by 5:30 this evening it was all I could do to strap on the runners and head out of the door.
However, I had little choice… Lady Motivation has changed shape in this house and it’s frightening me. Mrs Charliecat has taken up running – she's doing the couch to 5k training regime. And here’s the thing… she announced yesterday that she had run 28 miles in March – bloody ‘ell I cried as I stumbled across the room to check my Garmin – 31 miles was my total for March – but she would be out again before the month end … I have to keep ahead.
Five miles through wind and rain this evening, which is just how I like it. Sweating away the wine and clearing the head. If it wasn’t for the fact I couldn't stand this morning – I should have done this run 12 hours ago.
The pressure is on.
