The well worn path of beginning is looking oh so familiar again. Normally I get into this, this far then further, then sometimes further still but ultimately it ends in the same result.
I’m really enjoying the exercise, the feeling of being tired, the muscular pain and pushing is something that tells me that I’m doing well, and doing the right thing. Today was a relatively easy day – swimming just. I felt tired on the way to the pool. Swam well, probably better than I have before, held 10 x 100 @ 3 minutes fairly well, then did some breath and lung volume work. I did try doing some longer stuff, but really really suffer towards the last 25m.
I arrived to work in a rather unpleasent mood. I’m not really sure what was up, but from the outset I could tell that it wasn’t going to be a great day. I’ve days when I’ve no patience whatsoever. Nothing is right, and nothing goes the way I want it to go. I say fuck a lot these days. I was also really hungry today. Perhaps the long-ness of the day, woken at 6.30 by the ginger squealing, to finishing work at 9pm. Not short.
I ate good today, and I think I’ve the during the day stuff sorted out, it’s the night time meals that will kill me. How do I say to the hosts that I don’t want to eat carbs for dinner, or fatty snags. That good old chicken & vege will do me.
While doing not much at work I discovered a blog that looks interesting… Caroline Koll. Will have to look in more detail, but it looks interesting enough. She’s an ironman triathlete so it will be interesting to have a ‘flick’ through to see what she’s got to say for herself.
