Day 27 – I Have Arrived Back From My Grand Voyage
| Calories in | Calories out | Deficit |
|---|---|---|
| 3,749 | 3,771 | 22 |
That’s my holiday over. I’m back in Tottenham and I’m happy as I bought a new pair of Asics Gels Kayano. They’d better be fucking good as they cost an extortionate amount of money for shoes.
Last night I ran past the cemetery that they put Jim Morrison in, in Paris. It wasn’t open so I didn’t get to provoke his ghost with an out of key rendition of Spanish Caravan.
My last day in Paris was a bit of a let down. I tried to go clothes shopping but most of the stores were closed as it was a Sunday. Spent hours just walking in circles, entering the same anonymous fucking H&M stores with the same drab fucking shirts.
My favourite city to run in was Barcelona by a long way. I love how the built up city slowly turns into trails. It’s so friendly for runners. Madrid was my least favourite but it was still good. The roads are way too busy and the drivers are fucking maniacs but it’s still a good place to visit.
I had a really good time and my fat camp was a modest success!
I think I could live in Barcelona for a while. I love anywhere with hills and I’m only annoyed that I didn’t find anything larger than the hill Park Guell was on. If I find a contract working in Europe for a few months I’ll fucking dive at the chance seriously. Especially if it’s Germany. I love the language and it seems to be the only country in the EU that isn’t totally losing it’s shit with mad racists in charge.
When I’m running these days I like to run with the noise of my sports teacher barking in my head about how slow I’m going. “Knees up, faster”. Every 7 minute kilometer is a joyous “fuck you, sir. I never respected you as you knew by the quality of my sick note forgeries. Just because you’re the gruff, quiet, uncommunicative Irish male, doesn’t mean I have to respect you or your type.”
Weighed myself and I’m about 195lbs tonight. I’ve still to go the toilet so I’m pretty certain I could get down to 189lb going by the pressure I’m experiencing in my stomach now. My God, if I could actually have a month following a low carb regime I’d be flying.
