NO sleep. Mr I Don’t Snore didn’t come home last night and wasn’t answering his phone. He’s a recovering alcoholic - hadn’t drunk for ten years but is under pressure now with his dad dying and his mum suffering from dementia. I suspected he was drinking and was right, but for all I knew he could have been lying in the morgue. So this run was tough thanks to sleep deprivation.
Very cold this morning so I wore the aforementioned leggings to keep my legs warm and cheer myself up. If anyone is interested ( and let’s face it, who isn’t interested in Lycra 😄😄🤩) I usually wear medium and these are small, but they fit perfectly.
Just as I did with the Marcothon streak last December, I’m amazed how I really can manage to run even when I really think I can’t. There is no way I can break the training. The run for the day is sent to my watch and it would be really hard to shift things around without doubling up runs. So manage it I did, after walking the dogs and before taking one of the cats to the vet. I even managed to stay in the zones most of the time! I’m also slightly shocked that I was contemplating how I would still fit in my training if Mr IDS WAS lying in the morgue!!😳