This week has been both fab and crap all in one. It’s been crapulous. According to my training plan, I’ve pretty much fallen off the chart, which hasn’t really done much for my motivation. Whatever though, it’s my birthday week, and that is a FABULOUS excuse.
Where did I last leave off? I think it was Wednesday (CBA to check - whatever, birthday week), when I didn’t make it to Bootcamp. Well, I didn’t run on Thursday either. I thought I deserved the lie in, so I slept up until the very last minute before work and ignored the guilt (birthday week birthday week birthday week).
I did, however, make it to Bootcamp on Friday though. ON my actual birthday. And I did, in fact, RUN to the station. I tied extra layers around my waist to put on once I was on the train and cooling down and made it to Bootcamp a little bit early. YAY FOR ME! The girls outdid themselves. Dani, Orsi, Rachel, Bangs, Candice, Christiana and Elles had me practically crying with happiness (I’m a sentimental fassy) with birthday presents, hugs and kisses. Candice MADE me beautiful cupcakes and battled commuters to get them to the gym unsquashed and fabulous. I have never had anyone do something like this for me, so I feel a little overwhelmed by this gesture. What a WOMAN! Christiana, hailed herself a cab to bring me a birthday balloon and chocolates (she is ‘fabulous’ personified). So anyway, blah blah blah, training done, we left the gym and made for the station. I did a little video with Christiana that I was going to blog, but I was a bit too sweary, so that will stay in the vault because it wasn’t that exciting anyway. I was supposed to run home, but that’s kind of hard with a balloon and chocolates and a big box of cupcakes.
(I’m scowling because my picture is being taken by the fabulous Dani and I’m post-work out, sans make up and I look about 6 years old. CHECK OUT MY CAKES AND BALLOON THOUGH!)
I got home, showered, made my hair fabulous, then climbed back into bed and watched Transformers and painted my nails. Work started at 2pm and finished at 11pm, and was high-adrenaline all day. Birthday celebrations that followed were marvellously hilarious.
This morning, I didn’t think I was going to run. I woke up still exhausted so I knew I wasn’t going to fit in a run and time to make myself look fab before heading out with my family for a birthday meal. So I stayed in bed and paid off my sleep debt (I’m a huge believer in paying back sleep debts). I did, however, run this evening. Luckily Rachel hadn’t been out either though, so we teamed up for some Sunday evening jogging and I finally cracked out my first 5-miler.
*insert celebratory shimmy here*
This is the screenshot of my run earlier:
It took just over an hour to run five and a half miles. That doesn’t sound very good, but let’s not focus on my speed, I’m happy being a slow-mo. I’m pretty psyched that I managed to run that far and for that long. This is NOT something I have envisioned myself doing at any point in my life so far. I also managed to fix my pacing and I was comfortable running for further and for longer before I needed to stop. I made it to nearly 2 miles before I did slow down to walk and that was because a stitch in my left side hit me hard. Then when I started running again I got one in my right side. Can somebody PLEASE explain how to get rid of stitches because, whatever I do, it doesn’t work and they really friggin’ hurt!
Other than the stitches, I still beat my target of 5 miles, I didn’t stop at all throughout the last mile and a half, I slipped in a sprint on the home run to my house and now I feel really good. Fabulous, even.
I treated Rachel and myself to birthday cake and tea after our non-fabulous stretching on my driveway.
I hope you all have a FABULOUS week. Go forth and be fab.