Profiteroles for Breakfast!

Christmas Week.

Like most people, I've been confused about what day it is, eaten too much, slept too little and not moved too much from my sofa.

I did manage a Christmas Day parkrun at Hanley for the first time in several years, but running and training for Race to the Castle has hit a bit of roadblock - perhaps starting a training plan the week before Christmas wasn't the best idea.

On Thursday (Boxing Day), I had profiteroles for breakfast... my justification being they were Christmas leftovers that really needed to be eaten up. They were lovely; I had two helpings. I even added extra cream.

On Friday, I spent three hours in the M&S café... coffee, toasted teacake, another coffee, a slice of cake. I did blitz lots of emails and other admin... but only moved about 500 steps in the process. I should have been running but my knee was aching slightly - I opted for rest instead but didn't really take much persuading.

On Saturday, I was back in Hanley Park for parkrunday - at least I think it was Saturday. It was a busy morning with a big turnout of runners - I spent most of the afternoon nodding off on the sofa again. Oops!

So, after a few days where mind and body have switched off from thoughts of training and preparation - 22 weeks until Race to the Castle - it was time to shake off my lethargy and go out for a run.

Whenever I need a little wake up call and to get my mind back on my training plan, I have a few old tricks to fall back on... a run on my own, where I don't really know what route I am going to follow but with the possibility of muddy shoes and where I follow a footpath even if I don't know where it leads.

It worked.. almost six miles completed, no pain in my knee and I only got a little bit lost.

And I felt much better at the end of it.

So no more profiteroles for breakfast - mainly because I've finally eaten them all.

Time to focus on all the exciting challenges to come in 2020 - although I will make time this week to have a little look back on 2019 - the year of my blogging challenge. This is post 52 of 52 - I did it!

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