
Honey, peanut butter and banana on toast. The greatest pre-run meal ever.
Clearly, I’m a moron. Or, at least, a bad social planner. I asked my sister Anne (hi Anne!) to do yoga with me, forgetting my pal JK (hi JK!) and I already mde plans for squash and Bodypump. And since I bailed on my hill training yesterday and refused to bail on my friend or sister, it meant today would be a day of extreme fitness.
Here’s what went down:
1. Biked to Goodlife
2. Squash
3. Bodypump
4. Biked to yoga
5. Yin yoga
6. Biked home
7. Hill training
Now I am exhausted and my legs are dead. But tonight is JW’s (hi JW!) 30th birthday. The first of many 30s I will celebrate this year.
Tomorrow’s long run won’t be pretty.
The run: 5.1k in 39:01
The route:
My hero.