I’ll spare the detail, but will mention that Friday evening and Saturday saw us get through around 36 pints and 5 bottles of wine between the two of us. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done.
Some fairly unhealthy eating to report, too. In addition to the obligatory couple of fry-ups, Saturday night was crowned with an extravagantly hot curry at the Himalayan Hotspot. The venue afforded us ample humiliation opportunities as we insisted on practising our scant Nepalese on the bemused waiters.
No run, of course, but we did fit in a walk of around 9 miles on Saturday afternoon. This can be marked down as cross-training, though it was far from textbook. There was a lot of alcohol consumed for one thing, but worse was that I wore a pair of walking boots that I’d not used for years, and managed to cook up a couple of very fine blisters on my left foot. With the Silverstone Half just six days away, I now have to hope that these wounds don’t turn into party poopers.
I’ve no idea yet what sort of training I’ll be doing this week. Probably a 3 and a 5 tomorrow and Wednesday, then maybe a brief jog on Thursday, before resting for the big day.
