On the twelfth day of Juneathon, it rained (and rained, and rained)

What has happened to the beautiful summer we were having?  I had planned a ten-miler yesterday but the weather was just so bleak I couldn’t make myself do it.  All those hours of marathon training round Richmond Park in freezing, sleety conditions are still too fresh in the memory to make me want to do it again when I don’t absolutely have to.  Plus, I figured, if staying indoors is good enough for Andy Murray at the Queen’s Club less than a mile away, then it’s good enough for me.

But this being Juneathon and everything, I did eventually brave the elements for the one minute dash to the gym at 6pm.  A mile on the treadmill, followed by a mile on the rowing machine, followed by another mile on the treadmill.  All rounded off with a few planks, and that was Juneathon Day 12 done and dusted.

Fortunately Day 13 was luckier – this morning’s 60 minute Spin instructor was brilliant (much better than the crazy ones I’ve had lately), and we had an awesome, cheesy-tune filled, very hardcore workout all done by 9am.  A great start to the week.

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