It's OK, it's fine. I'm fine. I've just been a little lax on the old running front.
But I had it planned. I knew it would happen.
The weekend before last I went to Madrid on a gentle stag do with 9 fella's.
I managed to do quite a lot of walking and was always the first to rise and grab a hearty (but not good for running) breakfast, but I also did a hell of a lot of drinking.
Sugary sangria and the omnipresent Magners made up the most part of my diet along with fatty meats and cheeses one can expect of Spanish tapas.
I foolishly went staright back to work on the Monday and my head didn't clear properly until Wednesday.
I tackled a four mile run and it was fine. I hadn't lost any speed and there were no problems.
On the Thursday I did another four and then on Saturday I went around the Wimbledon streets and up that bastard of a hill three times.
I must say that I hurt a bit after that and even now, four days later I still feel as though I have been punched in my thighs for about five hours.
Still I will tackle the hill another two times this evening and get back into the swing of things.
Monday marks the 17 week countdown where I will be on a strict training plan and no amount of sangria will tear me away from it.
I am really not in the habit of embarrassing myself in Eastbourne. Madrid yes, but not Eastbourne.
I will be runnning 5-6 times a week, doing a proper stretching routine, 2 core sessions and 3 weights sessions a week too. It will be hard but I am looking forward to it.
So I have the wedding this weekend, I will let loose and probably dance like a little monkey with issues.
Then the serious stuff starts.
make sure you kick me up the arse if I miss a day and give terrible excuses.
Now where's that red wine and brandy...