I’m not overly sure what the hell I was thinking when I decided to do a crossfit style 300 workout today. I must be insane.
As I said. I’m not sure what the hell was going on in my head. It hurt. Like hell. It was some form of redemption for the shit that I’ve been doing to myself since I left NI; but there’s still such a long way to go. Thinking back, and looking at my polar stats and previous workouts on here I’m fucked. I’ve nothing on what I had. So much training was let go. And now it’s going to be so much harder to get back.
I don’t know how on earth I got through it. I know when I’ve worked hard. I literally laid on the tiles for about 5 minutes, listening to whatever was coming out of the ipod. It was literally just on whatever it wanted to be on – I didn’t care. I was just sorting myself out, wondering if I wanted to throw up. Wondering if I was going to throw up. Not wanting water, but then not being able to stop drinking it. An hour or so later when I headed out to the range I was still feeling as though a big old rainbow yawn might be heading my way at any time.
I’m so so tired now, I just want to go to bed, although I’m afraid to go too early for fear of waking really early, again. I’m exhausted, but there was a switch flipped at golf today…I’m now motivated. It came back again!
Zzzzzzzz
