I did say my Juneathon efforts this weekend wouldn't be much to shout about and I was right. Today was my shortest ever gym visit. After a very good night catching up with some old colleagues, lots of wine and some very energetic ceilidh dancing I woke up this morning with a deserved hangover. But having already missed one day I was determined not to repeat this so I reluctantly and slowly got my gym gear on. Outside running was in no way going to happen as my head was throbbing and the rain was coming down with fierce abandon.
I struggled through 20mins on the ski machine. It was a pathetic session but I think it was just enough to appease my internal Juneathon coach. The rest of the day is going to be more pleasantly spent having a pre- wedding make-up trial with my bride-to-to friend and going for dinner.