Parkrun this morning. Almost dead. Giving up within half a mile. Too embarrassed to give up. Phew - the finish line!
My oldest kids are twins, and it will be their 30th birthday tomorrow - we're having a dinner out this evening. My middle son came home from Australia to join in, and the youngest finished his final exams at Stirling University on Thursday and is coming home today. We'll all be together again for a couple of days - isn't that nice?
The twins are a boy and a girl. Daughter still lives with us but son moved to Durham - he arrived home last night, so we had a pre-birthday celebration of a Chinese take-away for ten hungry hippos. After a year of weight loss and consequent self-denial, you can guess Malcy's behaviour. Let's just say that the scales this morning were almost 2 kilos above my normal weight!
And that, dear friends is the lesson I learned this morning. Pigging out makes running blinkin' hard! Now, the question is this ... will I learn from this new-found knowledge? Hmmm.
Birthday dinner tonight. And tomorrow morning I'm due to undertake a 20K run/walk to celebrate the end of the 5x50 Challenge. I'm already thinking it might be wise to postpone for a week ... but there's that 20,000km "Team C25K" target to keep in mind. We're currently at 19,157km (13:00 on 18 May). I don't think we're going to make it. but I know that everyone else will be giving it their best shot.
I can't really wimp out, can I?