The dreaded Thursday arrived. 38c plus the humidity.
That is the hottest day I have ever experienced in my life.
There was a BBQ at work for lunch; plates of greasy burgers and greasy looking coleslaw and pasta salads everywhere. I ate my PCP compliant food (that I brought from home) after I returned from a refreshing swim in a nearby outdoor pool.
Riding home around 6pm was like having a hot hair dryer in your face for 25 minutes. I hit every red light and was getting frustrated at having to keep stopping, just wanted to get home.
Came really close to collapsing on the couch and not exercising. At one point I thought maybe I'd just have my indulgence there and then. I resisted, the indulgence is being saved for my birthday on Monday, and with that treat on the horizon I found my mojo. These workouts are getting longer and tougher but I enjoy the sense of accomplishment at the end, that is to say I enjoy that sensation after I regain consciousness from collapsing during the 4th minute of planking. Crivens! Those hurt.
I'm so hungry before dinner time these days that I really look forward to it, yes, that's right, I really look forward to an apple, 3 egg whites and some milk. No wonder people have been calling me skinny lately!
8MA once again before bed, pretty much the favourite part of my day.
Great work that you ended up doing your exercises after all that.
ReplyDeleteI hear you on the looking forward to dinner. It is surprisingly satisfying though. Or have we been doing this for too long?