It’s gonna be Christmas Eve tomorrow and flashback to last week, it was a killer week to get myself into any fitness activities. There were unpredictable weathers and certain circumstances which let’s just say were much more important to tend to than keeping up with my runs.
It’s true. I had ran in between showers; getting caught in it while on the way home from buying dinner. And I must admit my running wasn’t consistent throughout the week - it was like Mon, Thurs and Sun. Period.
This week, I reverted back to the Mon-Wed-tomorrow (pending) schedule. Cross fingers, I WILL run tomorrow. Judging by my schedule, it’s supposed to be a morning run. But I know how much of a morning person I am. Not.
But I did something outrageous on Monday. I don’t know what hit me but I clocked almost AN HOUR OF RUNNING/JOGGING/BRISK WALKING or approximately 20 rounds of my normal route, whichever rocks your boat.
Thinking back, it was insane. But at that point of time, I remembered vividly that at the 10th round, I decided to go for 12. And at the end of the 12th, I say go for 15 because I’m not feeling that weary yet. Come the 15th I told myself, “Hey what’s 5 more rounds man!” The next time I mentally wanna clock 20 rounds, I had to start from Round 1. So why not now?
And so it came - 5 more rounds that seemed forever to complete due to cumulative lactic acid in my legs and fatigue.
Yet the feeling when I was cooling down was breathtaking, quite literally too. My legs were sore; I had to walk as if I had abrasions on my thighs but luckily no. I breathed out as if I had completed the 42KM Standard Chartered Marathon but no too. It was just a 20 round-er.
Perhaps I should up my rounds to 12 and make it consistent from now onwards.
