So my definition of a rest day is curling up on the couch with a nanny blanket and a chic flick and not moving for the entire day. Why is it that everyone else can't get on board with this idea. Yesterday was my rest day after a very tiring weekend exercise wise. And I had to go to work and actually work. What is with that! Then when I get home Aaron annouces that we really should move the house around like I had suggested 6 months ago, and as his parents are coming tomorrow we should do it now... so the evening was spent moving heavy furniture, vacuuming, dusting, making beds.... aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh... I have renamed moving heavy furniture strength training..
So this morning I had set the alarm for 5.05AM (only crazy people get up this early) and spent the next half an hour fighting with the nagging woman inside my head.. I really wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but she wasn't having a bar of it... I finally gave it and got up and dressed and out onto Stella. I can say categorically that I did NOT enjoy the first 15 mins. It was icey cold.. my fingers and ears hurt they were so cold.. Then something kicked in about the time the sun fully rose and I was riding along the beach matching pace with a seagull feeling amazing. So I put my head down and headed for the lighthouse and home again. In total 25kms in 1hour.. Then back home to get ready for work and out the door before 8am... I totally love school holidays and not having to get the kids off to school.
After work today I am heading out for a 1/2 hour on Stella and a short run around the lake to get my legs running again.
WOOOOOHOOOOOO - Getting the exercise buzz back... xxxx
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