I find myself in Sussex, for probably the last run of 2001. It’s another bad experience. My diet in the last 2 days has been dreadful. Left alone in the house for a day or two, I slip into naughty schoolboy mode, hoovering up crisps and chocolate and polishing off a bottle and a half of wine on Friday evening. Yesterday I went to the match and feasted on a hot dog and later on, celebratory fish and chips.… READ MORE.... …
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I’m following Hal Higdon’s marathon training guide which specifies that Friday and Monday are always rest days. So no run today, and I behave naughtily, deciding to celebrate my day-pass with a brief trip to the local pub, followed by a glass or two of Chablis when I return home. Well OK, a bottle of Chablis. Let’s face it, it won’t keep more than a day or so, and I had to drink it all to remove the temptation of drinking more of it tomorrow.… READ MORE.... …