I’m back off the wagon

I’m back off the wagon and think I should go back onto it.

It’s nice to have a bottle of wine in front of a movie after a hard week and then a few beers in front of Match of the Day on a Saturday night, but is it worth it. I’m not feeling totally drained in the morning but I don’t feel great and that horrible waking up in a chair at five in the morning having fallen to sleep watching the movie is no great thing. I don’t know, I’m in two minds.

Anyway got up and made the effort to put in a run again today, I’m really turning them out at the moment, I just feel it’s going really well and that if I put in the miles then I might do really well later in the year. Looking at my times I’m flying along, I was comparing times this month to those of March last year and I noticed I was going much quicker this year. However I’d not till tonight put this year’s latest times against all of those last year to discover that already this year I’ve gone faster than I ever did last year. This must be because I’m lighter weight, I know I gave up smoking for protracted periods last year and I really don’t think that running more upright can account for all that time so it must be because I’ve shed over a stone since last year.

Crikey, how fast am I going and how fast can I get.

Anyway I was late starting today as I had to pick Izzi up first thing from Anna’s Mum’s, this is much further into the countryside and accounts for another twenty minutes on my trip. When I got there too I found that Izzi wasn’t even out of bed so this put me back over another hour. I’m not too sure whether Carole hadn’t realised that the clocks had gone forward for British summertime or whether me dragging myself out of bed on one of the one two mornings I could have a sleep-in meant little to her, I’m not sure, well heyho I didn’t get out to run till around 11:30.

Izzi wasn’t keen on me going so I had to bribe her with some dunkers too.

My Dad came along too, it was a pretty foggy morning on the front and there was a bit of a sidewind but it wasn’t too unpleasant. Anyway I didn’t press too hard and made a really pretty impressive run. My Dad even commented that my running style had improved and that I was much more upright.

Pretty boring run apart from a large young man who looked very athletic sprinting up the front. I suspect he may have been a boxer, he did make quite an awesome sight pounding along like a formidable brick outhouse moving at speed. He did look as though he was in a lot of pain though.

Running Statistics 30-03-2014

Running Graph 30-03-2014