The alarm woke me at 6.30am, an unusual lie in for me as usually its a 5.30am start, both the bedroom windows were open leaving the room a little chilli like, but oooh no.. me I’m tucked up in bed pulling the duvet over my shoulder, & five more minutes.
I hadn’t slept well at all, I’m still getting over the sickness bug that since Thursday at work left me bed ridden, sore ribs through the constant heaving, sore throat & jaw alike, my throat still isn’t much better, every gulp hurts which is what kept me up most of the night. The Friday evening I was good,.no alcohol (well just a gill as my dad would say) & an early bedtime too, all this in aid of what me thinks ‘Paul if you do this you’ll feel much better tomorrow’ I was right (ish) I did feel better after the extra lie in I was up & atom & out the house for 7.05am bursting & wearing to go.
It didn’t take long into the walk until I realised I was performing well under par, a bit of wheezing coupled with shortness of breath led me to believe that I’m not the doctor I clearly think I am! This is what Lakeland does to me, its a love affair & no matter how much I should of stayed in bed this morning I knew if I didn’t at least try to get up on the Fells how would I ever know if I’d of made this day the day it turned out to be, yeah I’m a little sore all over, yes I’ve pushed myself but isn’t that what its all about? going that extra mile & the feeling of accomplishment will always overcome a sticky windpipe, let the body look after itself while I’m lazing on the couch, let me fulfil my ambitions while walking on the Fells. |