Rubbish Planning

Rubbish planning this morning... I listened to my body when it said it wanted to stay in bed so I didn't swim early. Then despite being organised last night, I forgot to pack one set of keys.
 
When I came to get lovely to leave for the pool she was firmly wrapped up with a big lock and me not having the keys. I was doomed to sit about waiting for TSK to get home before coming to rescue me and the bike. There's another training session out of the window of bad planning. I don't believe all these athletes who swim 5km every day.

I struggle to get out the door with my fucking head screwed on every day. Give me strength... Or make me a morning person at least