Day 23 – The Day I Learnt That Popcorn Kills Birds.
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I ran twice yesterday.
The first run was not fun. I came as close to shitting myself in public as I have since May. It was in Retiro Park in the east of Madrid. My stomach started rumbling in the bad way after only a few minutes of plodding. I tried desperately to find the toilets but I couldn’t locate one for the life of me. I stopped running after little over 2 miles as I couldn’t jog and guarantee the integrity of my bowels.
I found a cafe just in time and used their toilet. Bought popcorn that I fed mostly to little song birds. Enjoyed myself for a bit. Until a Geordie told me that popcorn kills birds.
Downer. Hate running in parks. Seems unnatural to me. I always have to contend with skateboarders, drunk people and the police. It was nice just walking about in it and relaxing. I was aware I was becoming a nuisance to all the runners in the narrow bits of the park and felt a little bit evil for being amused at their annoyance.
I ran that night too and it was my easiest one in quite some time. I ran past the Santiago Bernabeu and through downtown. The drivers in Madrid are Nazis. If you try to cross the road when the green light is flashing off, they will rev up their engines and beep like fuck at you. The only answer is to beep like fuck back at them with with your BIRD.
Diet wise, I had a salad. One of those salads that contains more fat than a burger. And enough sugar to drown a horse.
Reasonable deficit after yesterday’s struggles though. Most of it came from the 8 mile run around the Bernabeu. Only had one packet of Haribo too. The Haribo Favoritos in Spain are much nicer than the Portugal variety. Better mix of sexy fizz.