Day 6 – Big Success And The Largest Deficit Yet
I first wrote the following section at 11:55pm last night. I was in danger of missing my blog streak and was in something of a panic. Instead of getting a minicab back from Albufeira train station, I tried to walk it. Ended up stranded in a fucking orange field. My phone was totally out of power and my Garmin Fenix was down to 11%. Started weeping like a fanny whilst shouting for help. Then I committed a fucking crime. A delicious orange crime. I dunno how I got out of there, but I did.
I’m only back now from what was meant to be a quiet evening.
It almost ended in tragedy. I got stranded in an orange tree field about 0.5 miles from my hotel. I’ll tell that story tomorrow but in the meantime, here is yesterday’s progress report
|Calories in||Calories out||Deficit|
I flew to Faro from Gatwick. Had breakfast at Pret. Pret is shit once you live in a country that has it.
Went for a run to follow the Ecovia path and got as far as what I thought was Albufeira. Turned out to be Vilamoura. I’d downloaded the Ecovia course for the wrong direction. Good start.
I got lost whilst running around the harbour and tried to take a shortcut up the boardwalk but I was denied with a massive fucking thud. Glass window. Thankfully I run slower than dinosaurs fuck otherwise it would have been to the hospital for me.
So after screaming FUCK as loud as I could I carried on jogging and got to McDonalds where I had a fucking caramel sundae and a large Coke. I wanted a large Strawberry milkshake but apparently milkshakes don’t exist in Portugal. I was gonna tell her she was talking out of her arse but I wanted carbs, not an argument.
I left McDonalds and started to run back. It was all going OK until I got to within 2km of my hotel. I got trapped in this golf course with no way out. I don’t know how I even got in there in the fucking first place. I was jogging around in circles with my head lamp on like I was trying to find the lucky golden lake ball.
I could hear attack dogs barking in the distance so I stopped running altogether and walked around directionless for the best part of an hour feeling sorry for myself.
Eventually I got to the exit and the rest of the night was great. I love this apartment. It cost £20 a night and it’s much more to my liking than that 5 star wank back in The Hague.
In total I think I ran and walked between 18-20 miles which is why the calorie expended total is so high.
Even if it’s out by 1,000 it’s still a huge deficit and I’m finally striding in the right direction. I don’t think I can maintain this level of deficit for much longer. Might be a better strategy to have 2 easy days following a day like this.