Hi everyone. It's been a week of contrasts this week. I started the week feeling wonderful, decamping out into my lovely little garden to work for the day and enjoying the heat and sunshine. It was searingly hot though, and on Tuesday I kind of used that - and the fact that I'd had a really long day - as an excuse not to do the 'alternative' exercise set out on my 10k training plan. I'd have happily gone to interval training with my club but having to decide on another form of exercise felt too much like hard work. I think the key to this is planning, so next time I'm going to try some yoga.
On Wednesday I woke up with a really sore back. The only thing I could think had caused it was being hunched over my laptop on an unsuitable chair in the garden. But working on my usually super-comfy office chair left me feeling even worse so I ended up having to work while laying on my bed, which I did for three days.
Working on a laptop horizontally isn't the best, as you can imagine. I couldn't participate in meetings fully and had all the grace of an upended beetle every time I had to get up. I also noticed a massive difference in the way I felt mentally, particularly when I had to miss running. Despite that though, having a bed-based office certainly fixed the problem, and I was hugely relieved to be able to get back to training yesterday. I wasn't able to do the same session as other club members, but that was ok - it just felt so good to be surrounded by people and active again, even if it was a slow plod.
Last night I went out for a meal with my sister. I think going out as a single woman in your forties can be a tricky experience. You don't want to go somewhere too rowdy (unless it's Blaydes or the Viaduct), but nor do you want to go somewhere that feels like the set of Cocoon. It turned out that every decent venue in Wakefield was booked up, so we chose a lovely country pub, but it was so quiet! Where do people who aren't 12 even go?! How do you 'just know' what the best venues are? If it's Leeds, no problem, but Wakey is an absolute mystery to me, so if anyone's reading this and can enlighten me, do let me know!
I also started the night wearing some beautiful three inch stiletto heels and ended it in my nephew's flip flops. Note to self: don't kid yourself anymore love - just stick to bloody wedges.
Ok, I'm about to take myself off for a forty-minute run/walk as per my training plan. Then it's off to my sister's for a little Fathers Day get together. Have a lovely Sunday, and I'm thinking of anyone who finds Fathers Day difficult. x