Went for a run this morning. Forgot to switch on my Watch. Not a good start. I was feeling really tired and gave up after 2k. Not proud of myself, dejected, depressed. Went home, had breakfast, then decided I will ride my bike instead. So off I went. 1k, 2k, 3k, facing the wind, slight hills. Never mind, it will be easy on the return trip. 4K, 5k.... I should go back then it will be 10k return. A good punishment for overeating yesterday. Then I decided to carry on, carry on until my backside is so sore I can' lean on anything. 6k, 7k... Oh my God... I need to ride until I am fully exhausted. More hills, more wind. 8k, 9k, 10k.... Just a bit more..... 10.1k. Ahhhh ok, let's turn around and go back. But but but, the wind is still in front, how can that be? And the hills.... I never realised there are two side to a hill! Bummer, another 10.1k to get home. I finally made it. Wobbly legs, tender bottom..... Up the driveway... Darling hubby shouting "let's go for a bike ride to the coffee shop" ...yeahhhh.... After having done 20.2k , could I add on another 5K? I decided since I was so numb I may as well carry on. Once down in town, hubby decided to ride along the foreshore.... I couldn't feel anything so it did not matter.
So all in all my punishment was nearly 30K of bike riding. And now, I am not dejected, I am not depressed, I am proud of myself !