Oh boy was that tough.

I am not an evening person.

I am a morning person.

In the mornings I carry no weight, I am light and free and full of joy for the new day. I am surprised by the exercise I do. I don’t have to think about it, at all, other than setting the alarm at night.

Then get up, get dressed and I’m out the door in about 15 minutes.

No time to think.

Empty stomach.

Warm up exercises.

You start, you do it, it’s over.

The shower is the best part as I feel amazing and I get on with my day with vigour. (ok, most of the time!)

So how does that translate into my lazy evenings?!

Not the best.

I ate too much for lunch because I was so hungry.

I think about it all day and dread the thought of it.

I have to sit, and wait, for about 45 minutes waiting until our arranged time.

I can’t eat as we’re about to exercise, so not quick dinner and early start on my fast.

I twiddle my thumbs and finally it’s 5.30… yay!

Oops forgot to do my warm up exercises.

My legs are like lead.

I feel heavy and sluggish.

I can feel food swilling around in my stomach.

There’s a headwind.

It’s muggy.

I keep apologising for being slow but I can’t seem to get my rhythm.

Buy you know what?!? (Yup don’t start a sentence with “but”…. 😆)

I did it.

It wasn’t my fastest.

Huge thanks to Claire for coping with my pace. Just the two of us tonight.

I still did it.

A few actions shots of Claire!

I think she’s saying here that she won’t make me do the big downhill and hence uphill… bless her… 💜

And we are done.

I dragged these legs of mine every step of the way.

I’m equally out of sorts for the rest of the evening. I have a cold shower but I can’t take the freezing cold, only the lukewarm water.

My lethargic, but exercised, body is half raring to go and half desperate to stop.

I don’t fancy pizza for dinner but need salad, which I had… but it’s a late dinner.

Then there’s football on… I was secretly hoping to have the tv to myself tonight.

My head is not a fan of the sound of a football match. It puts me on edge.

I’ve come up to bed, have the electric blanket on and can finally be “bothered” to write the blog. I’m usually desperate to get into it as soon as I get home.

So yeah, fair to say I am not a fan of an evening run. I have a 10kms “race” on 21st August that’s at 7pm…. So I have to do that and then I’ll be sticking to my mornings from then on.

😆

In other news I got this today from WordPress, where I actually write the blog.

That’s a pretty big number.

Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to read whether you follow every day or dip in and out. It means a lot.

So true.

Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️