Trying a bit too hard
Got up at the crack of dawn again. This time though for added “you never did” I set out after only having 600 calories the day before. See I’m trying the 5:2 diet in order to shift the bits that refuse to be shifted. Turns out that running ones little legs off doesn’t seem to do anything but get one fitter and stops there before tackling getting one less fatter. Anyhow, getting up a 5 o’something made me think that perhaps if I were to sink a Lucozade Sport then perhaps the hour of the day may make it count toward my previous – very recently previous – days calorific intake, so I just got up, shorts and shirt on, emptied my bladder and refilled it with water then hiiiiihoooo and off to the run I go.
Anyway I had this picture of my pitching from side to side in swimmy-headedness sort of all exhausted James Brown style, but no I was off like a keen ferret. I thought I was going to quick but I kept it up and precisely how I did it – less weight, just coincidence, I don’t know – I just ran a really quick time. I beat my first 30 minute Crimdon run time and I also averaged less than 8 minute miles for both sections, normally I can beat 8 on one but the hilliness of the other doesn’t allow me to scale such dizzy (or rather not dizzy) heights.
The 5:2 diet wasn’t too tough, I managed to live the day on coffee, a biscuit and two boiled eggs with soldiers but the night’s sleep the night after was a bit weird. It reminded me of when I gave up smokes and I was on the patches with the lovely lucid dreams. Well the dreams weren’t there but the extra long sleep was, you sort of wake up in the middle of the night and think you’ve only got a couple of minutes before the alarm clock blares but you find out that you’ve only been asleep a matter of a half an hour or so. It is officially dead good.
Anyway the run was good, little wind too, bunnies bouncing around in the Dene, cool but nice and when I got back, panting and lying on my back in the drive I looked up to see thousands of feet in the sky an archer’s bow of twenty or thirty white birds heading North. They were glinting in the low morning sun and were quite magical. Could have been terns I don’t know but they were quite beautiful.
Anyway the magical times: