Not a good week at all. It started out well - my new training schedule firmly in place, I was duly up at 5am for my run on Monday morning, did a pretty good job with the diet, sprints in the evening before training... pat on the back for me, I thought to myself.
It was all downhill from there, however. Tuesday I did not do my hillrun as planned, although I did do my two Thai classes - I apparently decided to swap running for Olympic biscuit-eating. Goddamned staffroom.
And the rest of the week continued in that vein, really. I missed 3 Thai classes, only went running twice and ate myself stupid.
I don't know what it is - the change in the weather? First week of term exhaustion/self-pity? Just the fact that I've not had more than 3 days off training for fights since April? Anyway, it must stop.
After the last fight I was so disappointed in myself that I determined to train like a machine for the next two, win them both, achieve international fame and fortune (well, maybe not that one) and reward myself with a couple of months of well-earned debauchery over Christmas.
So, we begin again this week. Up tomorrow at 5am for a run and this time there will be NO BISCUITS.
D'ya hear me? NO BISCUITS, God damn you!