So another event complete, a new PB achieved for a half marathon and everything generally good in the world of me.
So why the hell have I been a grumpy sod this week?
It makes no sense, as I said I was delighted to run 1:43 at the Ellesmere half marathon, especially because it’s a hilly old course that’s for sure and given that it was snowing and generally freezing I should be made up. I even got a quality memento – which I wasn’t expecting and my wonderful finally managed to take a semi reasonable picture of me running.
Spent the afternoon in the pub to celebrate mother’s day and even had my first Guinness in a year or two (purely for the iron – I heard that it helps post recovery, after the first one I thought my iron levels were still low so I had another), been sleeping well, eating ok – as ever could be better could be worse. Continued the good level of exercise by going on a gentle 10 mile ride on Monday morning, a slow 6 mile run on Tuesday morning and then a 20 mile hard ride (achieving a new PB) on Wednesday in freezing conditions.
However, after much thought I think I have discovered why.
I will give you a clue – heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sexy ladies.
My wife and I guess more importantly my daughter has discovered a love for…..
God knows why, I know we are behind the times in Wales but come on this was big news 6 months ago. Bloody Gangnam Style.
It’s the only thing I can think of that has caused the sudden change in mood. The playing of it on an infrequent but recurring basis has penetrated my brain and caused the following graphical analysis to be required;
As a result I blame the Korean numpty for putting me in a grump, which on thursday night was a contributing factor to me eating a lot of freebies from work and generally abusing my body. However I felt the pain this morning with a common problem when I overeat the night before and then exercise early the next day. No real nice way to say it but I had stomach issues first thing. Randomly though despite this and the fact that I have been feeling generally alittle low on energy this week (which I put down to the HM) I absolutely nailed this morning’s run.
I had set out to do 9 miles, the route of which means I have to go off road and its very boggy when wet and as it had been raining and steadily rained on me this morning I thought it best to stick to my ‘normal’ 7 mile route but attempt to beast myself and beat my PB. This was my 19th time of running this route and do to the new found desire to punish myself on the run I managed to knock 32 seconds from my previous best.
That said I couldn’t breathe at the end.
Strange to think that I know view 7 miles as a normal distance to run and something which doesn’t push my boundaries when this time last year I hadn’t run that distance yet. Also strange how a weekend off all exercise and one that will involve a lot of (very very very good) food and booze causes me to be a little guilty. I haven’t had two days off together since the middle of January when we were sunning ourselves in Lanzarote.
I feel like I am cheating on my Midget man dream. Guess I have given myself a hall pass