Arrived In Liverpool For The Liverpool to Manchester Ultramarathon Tomorrow.
I’ve made it to Liverpool. I love Liverpool. I loved getting fucked up in Matthew Street back in the day. Now I’m just gonna relax in my hotel and get an early night. Up at 4:45am tomorrow.
My last two runs were difficult and they were less than 5k each. Always the case though with my last runs before an event . I’ll feel a lot better after I’m finished tomorrow.
My only real injury concern is with my lungs. I still find it uncomfortable to take really deep breaths after the harder runs last week. On Sunday night I was up coughing all night. Since then it’s got a lot better but it hasn’t completely disappeared. I struggled with it on my 5km last night too.
I’ve also gained weight. I’m up to 88kg. I find it harder to maintain my weight when I’m running harder. I might burn more calories per minute but I can only keep that up for an hour at most. When I’m plodding I can maintain that pace for many hours and I therefore burn way more calories.
I’m gonna start monitoring my calories again on Monday and get my weight back down before it creeps above 90kg. With the run tomorrow I’ll definitely lose weight as I always struggle to eat at aid stations. No chance of eating all of the calories back that I burn. Running 50 miles will burn at least 6000 calories for me. Or 8,501 calories taken in to gain weight tomorrow.
That’s the equivalent of 3 bottles of Buckfast and a fat Alsatian. Thankfully I no longer eat like someone from Glasgow so I should have nothing to worry about.
I’m gonna limit my gel intake. Won’t be sucking in the gels as if they were money shots in the glamour industry until I vomit. I’ll have 3 at most. If I find any Tesco stores en-route I’ll buy some Kipling cakes and feed my face that way.
Today I did 3 laps of Bruce Grove Park and then finished it off with a sprint through the cemetery for good luck. I slept in until noon and had this amazing dream about a plane crash. We crashed into two huge towers made of Twix. A delicious tragedy.
I didn’t get offered any marijuana this time. Plenty of squirrels around. Promised my ma that I’d mail her a few of them home so she has someone to smoke and watch Emmerdale with.
Been trying to get my ma to stop smoking but I don’t think even NATO could succeed on that mission. More chance of getting her to go down for tea to Dublin.
Not carbloading tonight. Hate feeling really heavy after binging on jaffa cakes. It’s no fun. I want to be fresh and ready for the start tomorrow.