I've had quite a hard day on my first day of week 2.
I've recently had to start taking betablockers for heart palpitations and anxiety and it's left me unable to sleep properly. Today's work has been a challenge (as are most days as new to the job). Stuck in traffic - thanks M27. And didn't have breakfast as a result of desperate measures to stay in bed for an extra 5 minutes. But by some grace of 'come on let's go!', I dropped my lanyard for the running shoes, clicked 'start' and went on my next run.
So many little tinkers buzzing off sugar and in costumes I felt like I was hurdling them a lot of the time. This run was difficult. I am very tired but still unable to fully rest. I'm a professionally trained drummer so timing has always (well, usually) is spot on. My breathing was erratic, my route was a half a mile too far, and I only had chicken nuggets.
I feel like although I made it through running , today may have been a bit of a flop and that old nagging voice going 'you can't do this you silly sausage'. Anybody else get like this? (I won't give up, mind. I don't want to be a sausage)