December December

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Forgot to mention what the doc had to say about my knees...

Well, to tell you the truth, he didn't say anything about them because I refrained from asking him After the bad news re liver function tests et al I was buggered if I was going to give him another opportunity to rip into parts of my body; what with his knowing sideways glances, rueful tut tuts as he looks at pathology results and cautious hmmmphs as he prods aforementioned joints with a tool which looks suspiciously like an anal probe those big-eyed aliens used in a 'B' movie I saw a while back...

Anyhow, just to prove to myself that all is in pretty good order patella-wise, I hit the tready for a flat-out, gut-busting sprint this evening - just a couple of kilometres, but boy it was good! Pretty bloody easy, too. And if my knees give me any grief tomorrow, I'll actually be very suprised, as everything's in good shape just at the moment (apart from the liver, that is). My recovery time was outstanding - I was mesmerised afterwards watching my HRM's pulse rate indicator dropping like a stone - just soooooo much better than even a few months ago. But I won't be an idiot about it. I'll just do as I said before - one run a week for a couplke of months at least, to see how we go.

But I did manage to scare myself this evening calculating how many kilojoules (calories for the chronically imperial, such as Mr. Andy Farenheit above) there are in basic food stuffs like beer and coffee. I didn't dare look at things one eats with beer and coffee like bar snacks, biscuits and grain-fed animals.

Suffice to say, whilst I doubt I'll become one of those sad kilojoule-counters (OK, I admit, calorie-counter has a better ring to it), I will have to make some adjustments to my gob-stuffing regimen, especially since I discovered just how much of my energy intake sometimes comes from beer Just one frightening thought made an impact; namely that to burn off the kilojoules in one Aussie stubby of beer (375ml) requires a solid 2 kilometre run... or about nine and a half weeks of office work. So to work off a six pack of beer requires a hard 12km run.

Cruel, I think.

Oh well, I must go and drink some more of this water stuff the doc prescribed for me.

On on...