I had a cracking night last night. After buying a new cossie, I had my annual swim (in a 3ft deep pool – lots of splashing around and, for some reason, trying to do underwater hamstring stretches) and sauna (awesome, I want one in the back garden) followed by a couple of pints in the hotel bar. The rest of the evening went as predicted yesterday (apart from a change to a less terrifying DJ, yay!) and we eventually staggered to bed around 3.30ish. I’ve been asleep most of this afternoon…
At around 2am, Ginge was forced to endure a giddy stream of consciousness as I reflected on the general marvellousness of Janathon. At one point it went something like this “… and I feel fitter and stronger….What can I do next month?…I’ve got to carry on…I want to be fitterer and strongerer….”. So that’s my goals sorted for next month. Fitterer and strongerer.
Today’s run was snuck in before darkness fell, I was only going to do 2 miles but felt ok so I carried on to 3.
|Ferrero rochers burned|