Excercising whilst fasting, how did it go?

If you read my blog on Sunday (and if not, why not?) you'll know that I was planning on planning on doing more exercise on my fast days this week. Here's how it went:

Sunday:

•  0900, red grapefruit

• 1900, 10 minutes X trainer and 60 minutes personal training, mostly resistance with some cardio chucked in there
• 2040, sweet potato rosti with fried egg and some herbed ricotta

The personal trainer didn't disapprove, I didn't faint and I was in far too much pain to be bored! Got an appointment for the same time next week - success!

Monday:

• 0900, red grapefruit
• 1900, 60 minute Vinyassa flow class
• 2030, sticky chicken with mango couscous

Having been fine in the morning I was pretty stiff from personal training (read, moaning as I got out of the car, pleading with people not to make me laugh and really, really trying to suppress sneezes) by 1900. I toddle along to yoga anyway and realised how many muscles each of the poses I normally do without thinking actually uses or stretches. Back-bending, ow, cobra, ow, vinyassa, don’t mind admitting I was on my knees for the first two or three. As these things do it had eased off by the end, thankfully before we got to camel pose or wheel!

Tuesday:

• 0630, run
• 0930, smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel (delicious)

Epic fail. I’d actually decided on Monday night that getting up to go for a run on Tuesday morning wasn’t going to be a plan. The last couple of weeks I’ve tried to convince myself I’ll get up early to run on Tuesday, slept really badly (possibly because I know I have to get up early) and taken that as a legit excuse for not getting up. This week I decided to cut some of those middle steps and had a blissful eight hours dead to the world.

I think the lesson learned is that if exercise is to compete with sleep as a thing that I do in the mornings I have to either have an appointment/lesson booked so someone is waiting for me, or really enjoy the exercise, or preferably both. This is why I manage to get up to ride every Thursday, without any problems, used to manage morning yoga classes and even used to be able to run in the morning when I was doing triathlon training and my coach was waiting but resolutions of ‘I’m going to get up early and go for a run/gym session’ fail every time. 

I clearly have an inner koala bear; if you’ll excuse me I’m off to go cuddle it.