I’m tired. I don’t know why I’m so tired at the moment. Actually I do. I was up pretty late last night, pumped. I just got back in this morning, from a round of golf, that probably wasn’t all that poor, relatively, but it’s left me feeling flat as hell.
Exercise I’ve done this week…
Monday – walked 9 holes while playing golf, 2hrs. Trained – 10 mins on rower, 1min on, 30s off, 30s on, 30s off & repeat. DB Bench – heavy, DB shoulder press + lat raise, mod.
Tuesday – run 1k @ 10.0kph, last 45sec at 12. Core stability work on the ball. walked 18 holes while playing golf, 3.5 hrs.
Wednesday – walked 9 holes, 2hrs. Yet to decide.
Atrocious, I know. I just realised that it really is only Wednesday today. It feels more like Friday & ready for bed all weekend. Tuesday’s 18holes was awesome. Had 94, which is 50 points, based on a 36 handicap. I hit the ball pretty well, and in relatively the right direction. I was out with Claire, who couldn’t quite believe it. Today was another story. I really only had 2 more shots on the front nine today than I did yesterday, but it felt so much worse. I’m going to do the back nine a bit later on. I just didn’t feel like continuing on; and feel that I, and my golf, would be worse for it.
I feel very fat this week. I’m sitting here desparately trying not to eat the cherry ripes I have in the cupboard. Actually I really don’t even feel like one. I’m going to have a tuna sanga, go out for a wee drive & then see how I’m feeling when I come back.