Accepting the Inevitable

Wed AM: Run, 9K @ 5:50 pace

 

I am grudgingly coming to accept that the next three weeks are going to be an exercise in watching my fitness disappear up my ever expanding arse. In amongst the getting myself ready for the trip, gathering stuff for my brother and working I’ve managed one solitary run since Sunday – a 9K jog around Luddenham that felt a little bit stiff.

 

My weight has been creeping up. I have to admit that I’ve been having an empty carb & fat carnival since the race. Last night’s Coolrunning drinks was typical of this: 3 cokes and more wedges than any human should consume in one sitting. It was a great social night, but I dipped out early as it was a school night, and given that today is my last day at work I thought I best be rested for it.

 

My brother has warned me that running is unlikely to be safe in Venezuela – narrow streets, insane drivers and unsavoury areas. I’ll take my gear over, but I’m not going to get too hung up about using it. If the opportunity doesn’t eventuate it will just be like an injury lay off, and I usually come back pretty strong from them.