On Monday I didn’t exercise at all. I planned to get up and take another run along the rivers edge before meeting my colleague at 9, but I was so tired. The 10Km on Saturday and the 5Km on Sunday was probably a good reason, so after I snoozed my alarm at least 100 times, I eventually accepted I was going to stay in bed and made my peace with that.
Due to work stuff I was tied up all day and had to drive 2 hours up to Dublin in the evening, followed by having dinner with my colleague, so Monday really was a proper rest day; and probably needed.
Today I set my alarm to go to the gym. I had an 08:30 start at work, needed an hour to get ready and 30 minutes for breakfast meaning I needed to get to the gym (not in the hotel) by 6am. Again I snoozed the alarm numerous times and finally got out of bed at 07:30 and met my colleague for breakfast at 8. I am now sitting in my gym kit in my room, tapping away at my laptop whilst listening to a podcast as I am telling myself the gym will be busy. Procrastination is the worst.