01-12-2015, 11:09 PM
Well, it's definitely December. I can tell because the shops are full of mince pies, the Christmas decorations are appearing and there's even a small amount of Christmas music that has somehow sneaked its way into my random play list. And oh, there's a mad, frantic chaotic rush to get a squillion things done before the big day.
The end result is that I'm really tired. Far from training for a Moyleman marathon (which I wasn't anyway, and just as bloody well), whilst I am still running it has become quite suddenly a real struggle. This morning's effort was a token gesture only. I felt tired, and I was tired, giving up after just a few minutes, glad at least to have proven to myself what I had already known, and had at least something to put in the spreadsheet training log.
Never mind, as I say, I'm not in training for any race as such.
We shall just have to see what the rest of December brings.
The end result is that I'm really tired. Far from training for a Moyleman marathon (which I wasn't anyway, and just as bloody well), whilst I am still running it has become quite suddenly a real struggle. This morning's effort was a token gesture only. I felt tired, and I was tired, giving up after just a few minutes, glad at least to have proven to myself what I had already known, and had at least something to put in the spreadsheet training log.
Never mind, as I say, I'm not in training for any race as such.
We shall just have to see what the rest of December brings.