Juneathon Day 22. This morning I slept my way through a BMF class.
Yes, I do have to admit, I was fairly pathetic today. I turned up rather sleepy and was quite happy to lie on the grass and pretend I was back in bed while we waited to start. I then carried on to give my poorest effort at BMF for a long time. Generally dawdling along at the back of the group, yawning, barely able to hold my hips off the ground in the plank, running at half speed and using my sore ankle as best excuse not to do jump squats (or anything else that looked like too much hard work).
I did rally a bit towards the end, by which time I was almost awake and able to pick up some more speed on warmed up legs. At the end I atoned, a little, for my slothness by churning out a minutes worth of near perfect (we’re a modest lot) burpees!
Now some might blame todays weariness on the fact I’ve either run or been to BMF everyday for the past 22 days (and ran a race at the weekend). Pah no, nothing to do with Juneathon! – It’s all because I didn’t have my Weetabix this morning because the cupboard was bare. Younger son has taken to eating 4 a day and I’ve been too busy running to catch up with the shopping!
1 hour BMF class.