Sick and tired.
It's Sunday. That means it's long run day. On the calendar it clearly says I have to do 75 minutes, same as last week. Unfortunately I am completely unable to.
It takes me all the energy I have to get out of bed to take Jack for his morning walk. I headed straight back to bed thereafter. That's how my day played out.
TLDR: I slept for close to 18 hours and after managing to have porridge for dinner, I go to sleep at 9pm and wake up at 6am the next morning.
Feel so ridiculously weak, but I am better than I was yesterday. I'm meant to do a 20 minute run at lunchtime, there's no way I can manage it.
I'm pretty pissed of that I missed my long run yesterday. Everything I've read says that it's the most important training run of the week. But I need to suck it up and look forward.
Best part about being ill, though? He never left my side once.
It takes me all the energy I have to get out of bed to take Jack for his morning walk. I headed straight back to bed thereafter. That's how my day played out.
TLDR: I slept for close to 18 hours and after managing to have porridge for dinner, I go to sleep at 9pm and wake up at 6am the next morning.
Feel so ridiculously weak, but I am better than I was yesterday. I'm meant to do a 20 minute run at lunchtime, there's no way I can manage it.
I'm pretty pissed of that I missed my long run yesterday. Everything I've read says that it's the most important training run of the week. But I need to suck it up and look forward.
Best part about being ill, though? He never left my side once.
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