Just a quick post today.
As I mentioned in my last health-based rambling, I was a bit naughty the weekend before last. As a result, I am working hard to try and recover from some of the “badness” before tomorrow’s weigh in!
However, in doing this, I have learned the meaning of the term “hitting the wall”.
In fact, I found it out half way through last night’s run round the streets of Workington.
This was a run that followed three days of bike rides and another run the night before, so it’s probably no surprise!
I did manage to make it to the end of last night’s stride out, but I noticed after the first few legs that I didn’t seem to have much left in my legs. However I knuckled down and ground out the last few miles. And was pretty pleased with myself at the end.
It was only when I went to leave the car from my lift home at the end of the run that I realised I had hit the wall, as it were.
Every muscle in my body seemed to ache, and I struggled to leave the car, never mind walk to the house and then ascend the stairs.
When I woke up this morning I was in even more pain. It took me a couple of attempts even to leave the bed. But, again, I got there.
And the best thing about it all was that I felt fully justified in allowing today to be a rest day. I even allowed myself a little bit of unhealthy food as a reward and to aid my recovery. That’s my excuse, anyway.
But I’ll be back on the exercise tomorrow, and here’s hoping the weigh-in isn’t too bad and hitting the wall was of some benefit. I will let you know.
The only man in the room.