A fumble

Today was to be Day 2 of the 8k challenge. But for whatever reason (more mental than physical), the body refused to move. And just before my usually early dinner, I pinged Team Thylio I don’t have it in me to hit the tarmac today. And before I knew it, there was a series of messages that hit my phone. Sounded simple enough!

And so, a slow 30 minute stroll it was in which. Did just about 2k. But felt significantly, significantly better. If exercise could be had as a pill, people would pop it by the dozen. I have no idea how many ‘feel-good’ hormones it releases.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll try work on some lifestyle changes. Instead of attempting all of the 8k at one go, will chunk it into two — one chunk in the morning and another chunk in the evening. This is a pointer my good friend Dr Rajat Chauhan had offered and I know it works really well in the longer run.