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Burp!
Im feeling fat and unfit at the moment. As mentioned in a previous thread, our little Adrian was born on 17th September. Since then, quite rightly, running has been a sporadic pasttime. We have been staying with the in-laws since Bea left hospital, giving her the chance to recover and to get used to being a mum. There hasnt been time for much running, what with the shop, bathing, nappy changing and burping duties. Four times in the last month is my grand total. I have missed a few races, Mugardos was one I ran last year and enjoyed, Carral last weekend was another, which I wanted to run for the first time. This weekend is the 12.5 km Santiago race, one that Im determined to run. Luckily, Bea also wants to watch the race , so itll be the first family day at the races (weather permitting for them).
So there is the goal, run this Sunday. The problem is how to recover a months worth of lost ground. Things could have been a little easier if it were not for the mother-in-laws cooking. Lunch has become a three course affair, supper quite often being presented as a plato combinado with postre. My addiction to chocolate, which I have had under tight control for the last couple of years has been cruelly exploited by the family to provide amusement despite my protests and analogies to crack cocaine addicts (well, would you produce a crack pipe for an addict to accompany their after dinner coffee?). I know I should be grateful and all that, but the net result of this month has been an extra 3.5 kilos on the chassis. Three and a half kilos on top of a months worth of inactivity.
Its far from ideal but Ive had to start somewhere so I have started running to and from the shop. Its a measly 3 kilometers each way, but at least they are kilometers, and there are twelve of them all told every day. Roll on Sunday, but in the mean time, pass me another plate of albondigas and go on then, just a couple of onzas of Nestlé Superfino. Burp!
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