I knew as soon as I got out this morning that I was going to be in trouble – it was far too warm and I had a top on that seemed to retain heat. It was just something else for my head to drone on about as I hirpled along the banks of the Parramatta River in the dark.
When I can get my focus off how uncomfortable I am, how hot I am, how sweaty I am, how I’ll never get any faster etc etc I see how beautiful the world around me is at this time of the morning. I often think that I’m so lucky to live here in Sydney – I could still be sitting in the rain and miserable grey skies of Edinburgh. Being out at this time of day is really special.
Back to the jogging – the now familiar effort, slog and sweat. Another lot of 5×5 mins. Have no idea how I’ll manage 4 x 10 mins on Saturday. Just feels unlikely if not impossible.
Towards the end, just when my pace and technique (such as it is) have dropped to a shameful new low, Status Quo starts up on the Ipod and I get some energy from somewhere. It only lasts for about 25 seconds but I finish a bit more smartly and more cheerfully than I would have done. The effect of music on motivation. Someone must have done a dissertation on it.
Starting to feel very smug these days when I get back home and Neil’s still zonked out in bed. Although to put it in context, he does cycle 150kms every week to and from work. Not exactly a couch potato and definitely not inert. My hero 🙂