I knew it would come but I hadn’t realised it’d be as soon as day 11.
There is a point when trying to balance exercising every day with the normal routine of work, dinner, sleep and time with The Wife goes past being a challenge and starts being a pain in the backside. It hasn’t helped that this month sees my busiest ever period at work, with a huge project implementation on tight timescales looming, adding to the difficulty level.
I got home around half seven, with the thought of needing to return for seven in the morning to make up some lost time. Hungry and tired, I wasn’t going to be able to run tonight. Was this it? Were my Janathon efforts coming to an abrupt end? I turned to Twitter to ask for ideas considering the back story.
Despite much encouragement from the Twittersphere, I only managed a walk of a mile tonight. Like an Olympic Walker (it was nothing like an Olympic Walker) I strode out. To the chip shop. I’m not sure the 83 calories I burned will quite outweigh the fried goodness. Or the 2 custard tarts that The Wife bought me as a surprise! Oh well, there’s not much to me at the best of times so a few additional calories won’t hurt.
A positive note on the walk is that I smashed my average pace from the day 3 calamity in Terminal 5. And that I went out at all. And actually, despite the relatively small workout I feel a bit perkier for it! I might just try one of these plank thing-a-me’s that seem to be all the rage at the moment. It might make my day 11 efforts feel more justifiable.