I am a fitness God.
Not a day has gone by in the past 3 when I have not performed feats of endurance beyond that of mere mortals (ie stuff I couldn't have done a month ago).
On Friday I ran the prom in Salthill - I'm not talking a gentle jog from blackrock to Seapoint. I ran from my house in Knocknacarra to the end of the prom at the GCI an back...by my reckoning at least 6km. But this would not ordinarily have been a wonderous achievement - this day I did it in gale force winds.
When the wind was behind me I ran double time when it was against me I more or less ran on the spot while sand stung my eyes and seaweed got tangled in my hair. I am a fitness God.
On Saturday I spent 4 hours learning the Tranky Do, a very physically and mentally challenging jazz dance - despite having done parts of it before and knowing most of the individual steps involved I found it hard. I'm just woeful at remembering what step comes next so while everyone else is Susie Q'ing or doing Boogie Drops I'm usually Falling off the Log.
After a coma-like nap I was out dancing again at a swing night in the Office bar in Salthill. I am a fitness God.
Today, despite aching limbs and weary bones I forced myself out for another run - not quite so long as Friday and in much nicer conditions (positively Spring-like). But a run nonetheless not two days after a previous run - I am a fitness God.
And it feels good.
Du Jour:
Song - The Hill by Marketa Irglova 'Once' Soundtrack.
4 comments:
Oh go and have a deep fried Mars Bar....
The great thing about training for a (half) marathon is that you can eat whatever you like guilt-free so yes, yes I will have a deep-fried Mars bar....
mmmmmmm.....
No one likes a smartpants Bonesy...
we're not worthy! we're not WORTHY!!!!! (bows down a la wayne and garth)
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