Woah! I think I might die, so if you don’t see any posts on my socials tomorrow please send HALP!
Just went for my first interval run of the year. Having had a rather headfuck day, I didn’t workout in the morning, and I was being a sooky la la. I was watching the news and argh! I just need to get out of the house and i should probably exercise. I got the
terrible great idea to go for a run.
I actually can’t remember the last time I went for a run so I did start to get excited by it. I made a random playlist of metal, punk and hard trace (weird right) but my gear on and went for it.
Last year I started (and didn’t finish) a training program for running using an app called Running for Weight Loss so I thought let’s try it again. It’s really great as it has voice prompts for running / walking intervals and at random points gives you words of encouragement (which is awesome)
It was hot but not as humid as usual, so I ended up having an awesome time and it felt so good to be back out there!
As usual my tomato look was on point after the run
But the biggest drama is as follows;
I’m a bit of a princess when it comes to my toenails. I like pedicures and I like them painted. I usually do this every 3 weeks but haven’t had them done since November. They have been trimmed, but they are pretty manky at the moment. As I was running I felt a little prick in my toe and thought something was in my shoe but I was in the zone and thought fuck it, I’ll just remove whatever it is when I get home.
So I get home, take my shoe off and SURPRISE! my nail had cut the crap out of my toe.
Lesson learnt, if I’m going to run, I need to take better care of my feet!
And on that disgusting note I’m off to bed, after applying my hello kitty bandaid, which has made everything better!