Monday, March 18 was a rest day in the training camp, which translated into 8-something-km at a very relaxed pace and early in the morning. We just wanted to get it done as soon as possible and have the rest of the day off. As if we were going to do anything special with all that time. The hard training really wore us out. I was invited for a shopping trip, etc., but I refused because I needed a really slow day to gather some energy. I did have a record mileage behind me. 145 km per week. Huh. On such a calm day, we actually joined in the breakfast with everyone else. Usually, we’d just eat in our apartment. But after such a hard week, maybe it was even good to eat double the amount I really should. I even started to miss the chance to chill with other people at the breakfast table. But we had opted out of it because I know it makes me/us eat too much and we tend to eat all the “wrong things”. I would pretty much prefer the buffet to be 100% healthy. No croissants, no sweet stuff. Please. Lots and lots of fruit, high-quality fish, eggs, salad, mozzarella… OK, that would not work on a hard training day because it’s better to not overeat too many various food things if you soon need to put in your maximum effort. With all that food inside you, it would prove to be fairly disgusting. You might end up throwing up. Really. So, breakfast buffet might not be the best thing ever. I don’t know. I have mixed feelings towards all kinds of buffet tables. I’ve only been in the downstairs restaurant twice.
1. Own and live in a house.
Slow day does not necessarily mean a very productive day. I was resting. A lot. But… I also worked as I had 2 massage appointments that day. This means money.
2. Write AND publish a book.
No luck on this front. The camp has made me lazy.
3. Win a major race.
Refueling for future runs. All fine.