Before I start about today, I must pen down what happened yesterday. Yesterday night, I had three big drinks. When I reached home, I'd almost beaten temptation and had decided that I'd eat dinner and watch some TV. However, my wife knows I like to have a few drinks on Thursday nights (my weekly off is on Friday) and she had gotten the snacks ready and the beers chilled. I succumbed to temptation. I didn't have beer but ended up having about 200 ml of whiskey. Even while I was drinking, I had this blame game going on inside my head. I hated myself for boozing but still drank. Again, boozing on Thursday is a habit. I dunno how much I wanted to drink and how much I drank out of habit.
I woke up at around 6.30, peeked out of the window and saw that the roads were wet. It was drizzling and I almost went back to bed. It was a huge fight between the wannabe jock and the spud but after a good ten minutes of dillydallying, I finally got ready and hit the road. I was still pissed about having had drinks last night. I hope I don't touch booze for at least a month now. Keeping my fingers crossed
By the time I reached the park, I knew it was not my day. Within two laps, the sides of my calves were on fire. When a pebble got into my shoe, I sat down, got it out and also felt my calves. The sides of my calves were hard as iron. I tried to loosen my calves but had only partial success. I resumed walking at a lower pace and managed to stay on the track while the world passed me by. At the 4 km mark, I called it a day and decided to walk home.
All in all, a very forgettable day out. The only saving grace is that I managed 11 push ups and 22 squats.
Tomorrow is another day. What I learnt today is that it is important to get out even if you would rather sleep. Momentum is hard to get by, and once you have it, just keep it going. Even if I'd come back after one km, I'd have been glad that I'd gone out.
I woke up at around 6.30, peeked out of the window and saw that the roads were wet. It was drizzling and I almost went back to bed. It was a huge fight between the wannabe jock and the spud but after a good ten minutes of dillydallying, I finally got ready and hit the road. I was still pissed about having had drinks last night. I hope I don't touch booze for at least a month now. Keeping my fingers crossed
By the time I reached the park, I knew it was not my day. Within two laps, the sides of my calves were on fire. When a pebble got into my shoe, I sat down, got it out and also felt my calves. The sides of my calves were hard as iron. I tried to loosen my calves but had only partial success. I resumed walking at a lower pace and managed to stay on the track while the world passed me by. At the 4 km mark, I called it a day and decided to walk home.
All in all, a very forgettable day out. The only saving grace is that I managed 11 push ups and 22 squats.
Tomorrow is another day. What I learnt today is that it is important to get out even if you would rather sleep. Momentum is hard to get by, and once you have it, just keep it going. Even if I'd come back after one km, I'd have been glad that I'd gone out.
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