The 4:30am Wednesday wake up followed by an up-tempo 85km left me comatose and hungry all day yesterday – concentration span of nat. I tried to alleviate the problem with chips and gravy, but that only exaggerated the sense of sluggishness. Won’t make that mistake again.
I trying to make one last effort to ramp my training hours now, but t comes at a cost in terms of guilt towards the family, and in work time allocation. I am trying to align my boss’s expectations to affect a little leeway on time spent at the desk over the next month or so. To-date I’ve adopted the “hint, hint” approach but anyone who has ever met him will attest that his manic disposition impedes many of life’s subtleties from landing in that disco swirl of a brain he relies on. So manic that even in his quieter moments one suspects he has dropped a wee-chip of crack cocaine in the mens room. I’m going to have to adopt a more direct approach I suspect.
Jindi weekend just a week away, and I suspect this is my make or break point. Also very keen to stick some really solid training this weekend, as Monday and Tuesday next week are a two-day pyjama party with the Westlink Board, and not much in the way of exercise will take place there. That said, my boss has organised a tai-chi session on Tuesday morning, much to the chargrin of the Directors. His original plan was to organise a bike ride along the shared path, but they weren’t going there.
Achilles still rooted, but still boxing on.
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