Today was a day of two minds: two minds about doing my run because I have a stupid rotten cough (again!); two minds about half marathon at the weekend - partly because of cough but also partly because I've not been able to run a decent distance for a while; two minds about whether I've chosen the right career given the rather depressing pile of marking I've been doing; and two minds about whether I can make it to VLM at all.
Not sure why I've been feeling so blue recently - the bad sleeping habits I've got into don't seem to be helping much (nor is the cold weather that seems to be setting off my asthma). I also seem to get cold very easily at the moment - although that could be the lack of the padding I've had for the last few years. Having said that, the diet isn't going brilliantly at the moment either - or at least I've hit a bit of a plateau weight wise. Now this may be because I'm building muscle mass (I certainly still seem to be fitting into clothes better) but it would also be nice if it were reflected in pounds and ounces.
Despite all my blue thoughts, I did manage to get out for a run, and even managed my planned four miles with a bit of an unplanned hill session. I meant to try out the Marathon Talk suggested training for the week (with a 1 mile warmup, 1 mile gentle, 1 mile steady, 1 mile fast) but I saw Arthur's Seat and thought I might as well try to circumvent it! Having said that, a hill session with the state my chest appears to be in wasn't the best of ideas - especially given that I'm supposed to be singing for Princess Anne at a University official do tomorrow.
However, stats from GRG here - and JogScotland tomorrow (possibly with inhaler in tow!) Need a mojo transplant pretty urgently if I'm to get round the Four Villages on Sunday ...
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