It is the school holidays here in the UK. To be exact, the first full week. This means that all routines are out of the window. There is no need to jump out of bed every morning and
hassle, shout and encourage everyone to get dressed, breakfasted and out of the door for school. We can get up slowly having had a relaxing cup of tea in bed before having an enjoyable fun-filled day doing nice things together.
Hmm well if you believe that you will believe anything. For a start we have been going to a club this week, everyday for a 9am start. Yes you read that correctly. For those of you who know me in real life it may surprise you to read that I am actually not organising this in any shape or form except that I am going along every day to help. This is a big step for me who can’t say “no”.
It does still mean that we have to get up and out fairly early every day. That is fine except by Tuesday night I realised that I wasn’t fitting any training in at all. This is no good at all for me. I …need…to….run…. If I don’t I begin to go a little bit mad. Every evening I had the intention of going out except I was always too tired or too busy catching up on all the jobs that I haven’t managed to do throughout the day due to it being the holidays.
On Tuesday night I decided that the only way I was going to fit it in was to go in the morning. Early. Before breakfast. Oh how I hate this. It meant that I would have to forgo my half an hour lie in and my cup of tea 😦 but it would be worth it? As a slight insurance policy I tweeted about my intention the night before. Jolly good job I did. I so nearly didn’t go. Indeed, I got up to make myself a cup of tea before I forced myself into my running kit.
I did it. I was pleased with myself. My body screamed at me for most of the way around but the satisfaction at the end was brilliant. I woke up on Thursday and it was a bit easier. The forecast was for a hot day so I knew that I would do it now or never. This time I did an interval session (having read Red Hen runs post on HIT workouts just before I left). This was hard – I was hungry, thirsty and stiff but I did it. I felt great for the whole day.
Will I manage it tomorrow? I am not at all sure. As this publishes I shall either be on my run or sitting having a cup of tea in bed. What do you think? Will it be easier again having done it two days on the trot or harder? We shall see.