As expected, it was a late return on Friday night. Well, actually – it wasn’t that bad. I got home at 12:30am and was in bed by 01:10. For anyone in low 30’s or under – who doesn’t have kids – that’s probably an early night.
But when you’ve got two girls who like to wake up at 06:30 each morning, that’s late! Fortunately, my amazing wife got up with the girls and let me sleep in until 08:00. So I had about 6 1/2 hours sleep – which isn’t bad.
Unless you have too much beer and Jack Daniel’s. This made Saturday a little sluggish. But as I’ve put in a plan from last week that as I take Saturday as a rest day, this kind of thing is ok. Well, maybe not exactly that much bad booze, but I could have a couple of then use the rest day to recover.
The problem was that on Saturday, I stayed up chatting and drinking wine with Julie, and we didn’t get to bed until 01:30!
And this time, it was MY turn to get up with the girls. Sunday = gone. No training.
And I felt awful this morning too. Not really because of any wine / beer etc – but I think I just ate too much (went out for a burger on Sunday night) and my body reacted badly.
I still managed a lunchtime session today – but as I was getting changed, I could feel the dull ache of muscles with no energy in them. By the time I started on the erg, it wasn’t too bad. But rather than going for a heavy sprint session, I went for an upward rated row – 1000m x 21spm, then 1000 at 23m, 25, 27 and 29spm.
After those 5000m, I continued with 2k alternating 22spm and 30spm. I felt good afterwards. Tired, but a bit like some of the poison I’d put into my system had worked its way out of my body.
I need to sort this out though. Do I just resign myself to a bad December, then get serious in January? Or will tomorrow never come…