Home and away…
7.85 miles on a warm afternoon yesterday. Not very enjoyable. First 3 miles were steady, then it just collapsed in the middle like a soggy sponge, and I ended up doing a run-walk shuffle for the last 4 miles or so. It happens sometimes, though it’s happening more frequently these days. I can’t remember the last longish (say over 5 miles) run I’ve done where I ran all the way and finished feeling strong and capable of going on. Where is my stamina and endurance?
A week or so ago I mentioned that my weight-loss programme was in full swing. I was 217 pounds, aiming for 189 by October 25. How am I doing? Hmm, well not too badly, but don’t press me on it, right? Just shut up about it, will ya?
So the weight’s been a bit up and down. This week started badly and got better. Saturdays are the problem. Yes, I did my long run, but then it was time for a trip to the pub (first one this week) then dinner then chocolate and ice cream and a few glasses of wine. This morning feels like the week’s sacrifices were pointless. But not going to the pub on a Saturday night is surely a contravention of the Human Rights Act? I would have to sue myself for cruelty if I stayed in.
But another week looms, and with it, another chance to get it right.
