This morning the scales showed me 4 pounds heavier than yesterday. Hardly a surprise after yesterday’s binge. Another bagel-filled day. Plenty of healthy carbohydrate, but calorific. Two for breakfast with bananas, two for lunch with molten cheese and HP Sauce, and one this evening with more fruit. I’m also guzzling gallons of water, partly because it’s such a sweltering day, and partly to pre-hydrate before tomorrow’s Burnham Beeches Half Marathon.
I find it hard to imagine taking part in this event. I feel so bloated and inert at this moment, just 12 hours before the race starts. At least I’m starting to see the funny side of it. I’ll make a final decision when I wake tomorrow (indeed if I wake tomorrow), but it would be a bit feeble for me to cry off at this stage. More important, if I’m to get round Chicago on October 13th, these distances are necessary.
I can’t imagine doing another marathon after this one.I’d like to think that I’ll carry on running after this one, but perhaps not marathons. Half marathons are a more reasonable distance for fried-egg munching, beer-swilling forty-something porkers. And you still get a medal.
