Hardly been up to any exercise at all.
So yesterday I hauled myself off my fat ass and went on my usual 8km route thinking I'd breeze through it.
Boy was I wrong.
I made it to the half way mark at the East Coast Sailing Club and then absolutely punctured.
From there it was a combination of brisk walking and sprints.
In the end I still managed to make it back with no serious injuries or strains.
Though the less than one hour usual became about an hour and a half.
Managed to catch this ultra nice view nonetheless.
Then this morning it was Macs for breakfast with the kids.
Ate it all back haha.