Instead of doing my usual 5K run today, I decided to increase the incline and keep the same speed, in order to push myself so I can attain a better time for my 5K subgoal. I thought it would only be marginally harder than the normal 5K I do.
Turns out I was wrong by a mile. It was like increasing the difficulty in an exponential manner. Not only was I feeling shite at the end of the 30 minutes, but I only managed to squeeze in 3K after succumbing to temptations to slow down for a tiny bit to rest.
Did 2 sets of Tabata intervals today, squats and push-ups. Now I just want to crawl back to bed and rest. Fuck you and your mind games, Boris.