Think I've used this title before but, you know, I LOVE The Cure. And (see below) it's appropriate.
I probably gave Beth some visual torment yesterday that therapy won’t necessarily be able to dispel. I’d put my smaller jeans on to walk up the Thames path - and then chickened out and put my usual ones on. I dragged Beth in to the loos at Pizza Express (please note: I had a salad, and only ate one bread stick) to reveal the horrors lurking under my top – not to torture her, you understand, but to try and ascertain whether my jeans were too big. I knew that they were chafing round my waist where they were too loose and I moved but the jeans didn’t. I knew that I could almost pull them off without undoing the button and I knew that the legs flapped about a bit, but were they too big? “They’re way too big for you.” said Beth, womanfully coping with an eyeful of Peridot podge and keeping her lunch down. I suppose I know that, but the next size down just seems a bit tight. I suspect I am in the middle of the two sizes. Ah well, I’ll have to wear them a bit tight which will be a useful reminder not to eat anything whilst wearing them. Or, you know, breathe.
Yesterday I had to be up early anyway because I was on call (which requires actual action sadly, not just sitting about ready to spring into action) over a lot of the BH weekend (from bright and early Saturday to Sunday morning – thus spoiling 2 days of the 3). So as soon as I finished work and clocked off, I pulled on my leggings and trainers (and other necessary garments) and went for Week 2, Run 1. It’s upped to 90 secs run, 2 mins walk for 20 mins plus a 5 min warm up and another 5 mins to cool down. 90 secs doesn’t sound much does it? Well, it is. I’m struggling already, and I fear for Week 3 (and won’t let myself think beyond that – eeek). Although, weirdly, 2 mins feels too long too (at walking speed I hasten to add). Then I walked for 8 miles (according to trusty pedometer) over the course of the day in my MBTs. My walk on Saturday was a tad over 7 miles, so a good effort over the weekend I thought.
I have cycled today so I have continued with my sweaty path of virtue. Tomorrow I have an early run and then a personal training/kickbox session. I’m hoping to cycle on Thursday and run on Friday. And maybe a walk on Sunday. Long may this exemplary behaviour continue! And may Scales of Doom acknowledge my efforts on Friday.