Today I mostly lolled about and was a bit hungover. This was in no way my fault, and it was useful time to start working on the ring bearer's cushions for my sister's wedding. At the moment one of them is a total Frankenstein's monster of textured stitches, to serve as a sort of sampler to see what she wants.
However, at 4pm I was bored. Bored, bored, bored. And feeling a bit guilty that my trainers had been languishing on the radiator, lonely and unloved, since Friday's 9km surprise!run before work.
So I talked myself into doing a quick 5km before I went out for dinner. And I got to my 5km-out-and-back turning point (at 2.5km, for those of you struggling) and thought, nah, I'll keep going. So I kept going, and going, and then I turned back. And got to the bridge where I usually stop and didn't want to. So I went all the way round the Green and ran home.
Now, I had a rough idea of how I'd get a 10k done using the routes round the Clyde walkway and the Green, so seeing as I was already out, I did the route. I had to stop twice to stretch out my calf muscles, and deal with a brutal stitch, but I ran it. I ran 10k. I did it, you guys!
So. Fucking. Chuffed. I hurt now, and I feel like my internal organs have all been shoogled around in the manner of the contents of a cement mixer, and I really, really want to go to bed, but I am so proud of myself. I'm going to be unbearable tomorrow, sorry to those of you that have to deal with me.
However, at 4pm I was bored. Bored, bored, bored. And feeling a bit guilty that my trainers had been languishing on the radiator, lonely and unloved, since Friday's 9km surprise!run before work.
So I talked myself into doing a quick 5km before I went out for dinner. And I got to my 5km-out-and-back turning point (at 2.5km, for those of you struggling) and thought, nah, I'll keep going. So I kept going, and going, and then I turned back. And got to the bridge where I usually stop and didn't want to. So I went all the way round the Green and ran home.
Now, I had a rough idea of how I'd get a 10k done using the routes round the Clyde walkway and the Green, so seeing as I was already out, I did the route. I had to stop twice to stretch out my calf muscles, and deal with a brutal stitch, but I ran it. I ran 10k. I did it, you guys!
So. Fucking. Chuffed. I hurt now, and I feel like my internal organs have all been shoogled around in the manner of the contents of a cement mixer, and I really, really want to go to bed, but I am so proud of myself. I'm going to be unbearable tomorrow, sorry to those of you that have to deal with me.
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