owwwoww...owww

I had to double check this morning that I hadn't accidentally slept in a box of rocks.  It feels like I've been beaten about the chest and legs with a bag of snooker balls...

it's all worth it...it's all worth it...

Last night didn't start well at all...I was late back from work, then I realized I'd left my running trainers in my car which was parked at a friend's house, then on the way up the stairs to get a hoody, the cord from my (as yet unused) headphones snagged on the banister and snapped the jack clean off...

Undeterred; after 5 or 6 minutes violently beating the pillows on my bed in frustration, one £20 order placed on play.com for a new pair of headphones, a cheap pair of headphones unearthed and a crappy old pair of trainers laced up...I headed out.  With my phone strapped to my arm; exercise tracking software fired up and songs playing (albeit scarcely audibly through the headphones WHICH, annoyingly, spent about 50% of the run trying to eject themselves from my ears) I felt good...I was achieving!

And...after about a mile I began to think perhaps I wasn't in such bad shape after all!  This is easy!...

Then I got to an slight incline...

I dug in and pressed on, only about half a mile to the top.

The route I'd planned took me on a loop and back past my front door and the temptation was there to "just stop in for a quick drink of water and straight back ou....ooh Indiana Jones is on tv!!" Especially since the next section was the road up the side of Mount Everest.

After 3 days I reached the summit and resigned myself to the fact that the entrance to Surfachem was my bed for the night, even considering what would make the best duvet - an empty cement bag or some leaves.  Somehow I kept going, partly as it was all downhill for the next 1/4 of a mile (though downhill is surprisingly tough as well) and pounded on for the next loop round the town centre.

15 minutes later I arrived at my front door, hot, sweaty and with hair that would cause passers by to recoil and turn away in distress (imagine the horror fake scared hair on end look and you're close)
but glad to be home and beaming with an undeserved sense of accomplishment.

It would have been so easy for me not to have bothered going last night with it being late and not having trainers/headphones etc, but this blog did its job.  There was no way after 2 days I was going to miss out on scheduled exercise and have to write about how I failed, so sat on my couch watching Top Gear with a bag of Wotsits to comfort myself.

Taekwondo tonight.  I've got to get swotting up for the grading a week on Saturday.  Hopefully tonight I'll be able to lift my legs enough to kick people higher than their shins, though I'm not holding my breath...

This links to details of my run