I have a confession to make ladies and gentlemen. I fell spectacularly off the wagon. Not the booze wagon, which I've factored into this thing but the doing anything else wagon.
I took a week off to allow my blisters after Liversedge to heal and now have a couple of nice calluses to show for it. Never mind, you need to rest and recuperate at times. This then stretched into another week, and I was ill. Nevermind, Microbes happen.
There was however no excuse for the 4 or maybe 5 McDonalds (I lost count) or 2 pizzas I ate over the last weekend of February. Now everything in moderation, but that diet in the previous sentence is not moderation.
This has the wonderful knock on effect that I felt sluggish and a wee bit depressed (Blog Post for another time) and that doesn't help get you back out on the training. So I'm going to start looking into food for Ironman over the next few weeks and hopefully get more of a balance. I'm not cutting out the junk entirely yet, as cold turkey may not be the best idea ever.
Anyway after some very sluggish times I finally made it back to the Gym yesterday for a quick run and some weight work. Nice and gentle back into the fray. The weekend holds doing some more, as I've wasted nearly 3 weeks of training time. That counter to the right is ever smaller every day.
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