I really didn’t know what to expect today. Recent performances have rarely been good and I’d spent the weekend doing fairly physical stuff around the property.
As it happened, my 50m reps weren’t too bad. The lane was quite busy which meant I had the occasional aborted turn and got a slow time as a result, but whilst the times weren’t going to set the world on fire they were getting towards acceptable.
Come my 25m reps however, I just ran out of steam. I think by that point my body had burnt every last calorie I could spare and after ten reps I decided to give it up as a bad job.
Such was my exhaustion that I came home, ate dinner and fell asleep. Clearly I’d just pushed myself as far as my body was willing to go.