That's right, it was all his fault, not mine, I wasn't going to drink. I wasn't! Spinky however knows how to cut to the core of me and had me drinking beer, vodka, blue stuff, green stuff and some gold stuff until 1am this morning. Guess how fresh I felt when my alarm went off at 9am for training... Go on, guess... No, rougher. Rougher... There you go!
Thanks to some help from my gorgeous wife I managed to get my behind out of bed and down stairs for some breakfast. To be honest, I was really worried about training. My foot is feeling better, but it has been a full week since I got my heart-rate up and an international pool is no place to find yourself unfit. So I had three pieces of cheese on toast, and 75g of Dorset Cereal.I necked a lucozade and some water and hit the road... Jack.
After three long miles I arrived at the pool to find it closed to public and training cancelled. NOT AMUSED!
I had to think fast, really fast, I was like that dude off CSI, the one with the glasses, and BOOM! The idea hit me like a pillow to the back of the head:

I cycled the extra mile to my gym and used the pool there. 800m of it. I struggled, I hated it, I felt awful, I almost quit!!! I was unable to coordinate my body, my arms and hips were out of sync and my breathing was erratic at best. At one point I had to actually stop mid length, luckily the pool was only a meter deep. However, if I had been at the international pool I really would have been in trouble.
I managed to make the distance in the end and stumbled out the pool and into the showers. A 3 mile cycle home and I can honestly say that I have never felt so drained from a work out. The exercise was minimal really, but my body was in a poor state to begin with and it only went downhill. Last night should not have happened.
Food diary so far:
3 x Cheese on toast with brown sauce;
75g of Dorset Cereal;
Lucozade sport orange
Lucozade, low calorie isotonic drink.
I plan to have a tuna sandwich for lunch and pasta with a tomato sauce for dinner.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and indulge my self pity.
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