I suppose summer has started, although we are supposed to get lows of 8-ish C this weekend. Today was a humid 29 C, which is probably also the temperature in the garage. It was toasty in there compared to the house at a frigid 26 C. These are 2-shower days, and I certainly earned my 2nd one.
Walk with the dog. 90 minute jog on the TM, then the most abysmal leg workout in my life. I was completely drenched by the time I got to the weights, and though jogging was fine, I proved to be massively sapped. I had to reduce weights. I figured it would be a good opportunity to concentrate on form at least, but I couldn't even manage that. I was a limp, sodden tangle of overcooked noodles.
So, now I know. I'll still give a post-sweatbox workout a 2nd chance--I also haven't been sleeping more than 4 or 5 hours a night, which could be a huge factor--but I won't expect much.
I really should do the leg workout after tough hill runs outdoors, but I've been cowardly with those recently. Must shape up.
Saturday morning should succeed a low of 8-9 C. I'll go to bed at a decent hour and then wake up with no other option except to run. As if there is absolutely no other possibility in the world.
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