Dear G, we've always said that the most difficult about running is not doing it, but to get time to do it. Tuesday morning I got out 5.30 am, to be sure to find the time. It was a beautiful morning, and afterwards I sat on the outdoor stairs and felt as calm the most relaxed yoga guru you'd ever imagine. So happy that my left foot would let me run two months after the surgery, one month earlier than allowed. And looking at the May blossoming in my our garden, thinking about my sleeping family, I felt truly happy. But then I saw some weeds… and even more… all of a sudden I was as stressed as ever. And when I came in my husband was all upset, utterly angry, because he'd woke up by my alarm clock those 30 min earlier that he needed so badly. "No morning running!", he begged.
The sky was magnificent, it was very calm and not too warm. |
But after the shipyard (there are some pretty big boats there, have you seen?): way too dark, had to run by the houses. And honestly: just couldn't wait to get home. |
Could the answer be: "none of the above"? But then: when will I ever be able to follow a schedule? In 15 years from now?
This week's workout:
Monday: 30 min London exercises.
Tuesday: 30 min running (and walking, because of the foot)
Wednesday: 40 min yoga
Thursday: 20 min fast running + London exercises
Friday: was invited to a five course lunch including champagne, had to take a long walk to get sober enough to drive home afterwards. Counts as exercise, doesn't it? |
Sunday: 60 min running/walking to get the left foot started + London exercises.
Hope you're fine and that I get to see you soon, xxx C
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