Firstly, I hope this local football pitch never gets a notion to modernize it's signs - you definitely can't beat a homemade timber board sign that says 'Páirc Dúnta' (Gaelic for Park Closed'). 'Dúnta' it wasn't though... Secondly, isn't it strange that the best cure for tiredness is to run? I came home from work after 6pm, with interval training ahead of me, and felt that I was so tired I should take this day off. I lay down into the couch and started to nod off when the phone rang. After that, I decided to go ahead with my scheduled training session - and I'm happy I did. On the menu this evening: 1 mile warm up, followed by 2 laps fast six times with 90 second rest in between, and then another mile of a warm down. Five miles in all. Again the local football team were out training, but this time we all got a nice dry evening. These intervals are definitely tough but I'm sure it will all pay off. By the third set of 2 laps I was puffing and panting. However, by the last set I was flying again. My wife has been away for three weeks now and will be away for a few more and in this time I've set about living like a healthy monk. I have been eating very healthily, running well, no excess tv, working hard, cleaning house outside and in and generally keeping things on a steady course and paring back any of the excesses of life. A by product of this is that I've dropped a trouser size and lost my wedding ring after it fell from a thinner finger! There definitely is a great joy in this kind of simplicity - I reckon those monks were on to something (but at the same time I would like my wife back, thank you!).
As for the football pitch - the lads were still training when I was driving away home, they have a big game coming up this week and look in good shape.
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