This week.

I need optimism pills. Or something. I'm thinking about my week, and I know fitting everything in is going to be a challenge. Aside from the fact that the entire week revolves around the funeral on Thursday, its hard to see or think about anything but that, but to give up the week of training now would be fatal to my progress. Especially since I have my 13 mile run scheduled for Wednesday.
This weekend passed in a haze of heavy hearted treading through the days. On Saturday I did no excerise atall. My knee was still recovering from my hilly misadventure on friday, and I didn't want to risk damaging it. Sunday I cycled 20 miles, and felt like I could have done more. It was the first time I felt like even although I worked hard, I still had energy left in the tank. Perhaps its just pure adrenaline. Feeling like my fitness must be improving, I made the decision to have my regular four o'clock hour on my naughty beast of a horse, with Julie. Now Julie works us hard, and on a normal day without the external pressures, and without the 20 mile cycle, I feel exhausted at the end of the hour. Yesterday I felt sore. My horse is hard work, she is strong and makes me work for everything I ask of her, so my legs got a real shock yesterday in all. I woke up this morning feeling a little like someones punching bag, and once I get past this next hour and so of dropping a hundred children off in different places, (really only 3, but it feels more on a monday morning), I think it will just be an easy few mile jog. Its a beautiful morning for it afterall.