Wed 7th Dec "22
Conspicuous by my absence yesterday. I didn't run, therefore my Marcothon is over. I went for a walk after tea with TGG instead. Walking doesn't cut it in Marcothon. The point is to run at least twenty-five minutes EVERY day in December. I just couldn't make myself do it yesterday. Sometimes I just want to go for a walk with my man and hold hands.
Other than that, it was an okay day. The batteries on my scales have died, so I MUST remember to get some tomorrow. I have to weigh myself again after the Monday figure pissed me off.
I was up at 5.30am an was out the door for a 6.5k run by 5.50am this morning. It was okay. At three of four k, I was asking myself yet again if the twelve k run at the weekend will be possible. So much for the confidence gained by completing that very distance on Sunday, not to mention the great hill session only on Monday night. I can of course do twelve kilometres again.
I got home from work to find a Mancherter marathon training tee shirt had arrived. I won't be able to wear it to club for a while if I'm still intent on keeping schtum about the training, but it was nice to see it.
I was sort of outed on FB, re Manchester though by a comment Coach made under one of my posts and Sonic is now convinced I'm training for a marathon. Of course, she's right, but I'm still not going to tell anyone, not even my family, yet. She asked me about it and I fudged my answers and didn't answer directly. She just said she'd be interested to see my longer runs in future. Fucking hate that. I don't want her checking out my longer runs. I wouldn't have minded if it had happened naturally, but it's come up through a slip of the tongue, and now she'll be looking out for it. I'm considering making my Strava private. And my Garmin connect. I envisage a certain amount of smugness when it turns out she was right. Ah well, can't be helped. And it's my issue. It's not her fault she's right and I don't want her to be.
I started knitting a jumper this evening. How middle aged! It will keep me occupied and stop me eating rubbish after dinner, so I dont care if it makes me seem like a granny.
