A number of poor decisions

It’s not been a great day. That’s probably mainly due to the copious amounts of Guinness, Black Label and Klipdrift I drank last night. A very South African approach to celebrating St Patrick’s Day.

I then compounded last night’s poor decisions with an intense game of 5-a-side this morning. Bright sunshine, much effort, iffy legs, iffier head and tummy. Everything hurts.

Thankfully, I’m all done with making mistakes like that.

Right now, I’m heading out to a Mexican restaurant for dinner: an early start to make sure that we get there in time for their tequila cocktail specials.

What could go wrong?

Give it everything

A late one this evening. Sorry if you’ve been waiting.

An incredibly hot, incredibly busy day. And then a football match.

0-4 down (don’t ask) going into half time, we never stopped believing. Eventual 6-4 winners.

I love this bunch of lads. What a team. We gave it everything.

My top speed was 24.6kph. On a 5-a-side pitch, nogal.
Maximum heart rate? 109%. Sorry doc.
More than 22,000 steps today. Many of them at quite a pace.

A great evening.
But now, I am completely finished, yesterday’s travails catching up with me on top of tonight’s efforts.

Goodnight, readers. I think I’m going to sleep really well.

Rest day

Yesterday, I went to the gym to see if I could survive a workout and therefore pronounce myself fit to play football in the evening. The workout went very well, thanks for asking, and so I pronounced myself fit to play football in the evening. I then played football in the evening.

Dream day.

It was only after playing football in the evening that I realised that I had done a gym workout that morning. 20000+ steps. 600 (or at least the equivalent of 600) Discovery points. All in just under 10 hours. This is what is known in gym/football circles as “a bit much” for one day.

Consequently, today I am feeling battered and I did not want to get up.

I will not be exercising today. I feel that I have earned a rest day.

There is still plenty to be done around the house though, so it’s only a rest from actual exercise, not from life. And that’s sad, because with dark grey skies up above and disappointingly chilly temperatures, I’d honestly rather be in bed.

Top Tip: After playing football

SAVE TIME on telling people which specific bits of you are hurting after playing football by hurting all over, and thus simply using the word “everything”.

I really enjoyed our win on Tuesday evening, and I ran around all over the place doing my best headless chicken impersonation. (3.2km, max HR 179, avg HR 149, max speed 19.7kph). But I am paying for it a little now.

It’s no big deal. The fact that it’s taken 36 hours to manifest just shows that I need a bit more fitness before I can start to recover more quickly. And that’s always on the way, so I’m not concerned. But a bit of a rest day seems like a good idea today. It wasn’t like I felt like running in the rain anyway.

Back to it tomorrow though, with the plan to not feel quite as broken this time next week.

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