The Sunday Feast & A Double Running Session Today – 10.6 Miles Ran At A 10:25 Min/Mile Pace.
Yesterday my plans to try to eat healthily went completely to shit. I even managed to surpass a fortnight ago where I had 3 Hot Dog’s and a Hot Dog Pizza all in one day.
Here is my food diary for what was a Sorry Sunday.
If yesterday was all about capitulation, today is about restoration.
Sunday was a pretty awful day from the off, but I made it much worse by feeling sorry for myself and sitting there with my head up my ass.
Eating like a Twat will not make one feel like a King.
On to today.
I wiped the slate clean and decided to just try to eat better.
I got off to a bad start when I had a large bag of Rainbow Drops for breakfast. ‘Holy hell and Mary’s cock’, thought I.
Fortunately I was more than up for a run.
Pumped up with inarticulate rage I marched out of the road. and quite literally hit the road
Stomp, stomp, stomp.
Well maybe not literally. But you catch my drift.
My first run was a 6.2 miler. At the 4 mile mark I was overcome by the dread that runner’s get from time to time.
“How the fuck am I going to continue through this? I’m gonna have to stop.”
I ignored what my mind was telling me and eventually the negativity was transmuted into resolve and I finished with strength.
Inspired by the earlier run I went for my 2nd of the day, a shorter 4.4 miler. Still a pretty good distance especially for the 2nd run of the day.
I think what today illustrates is that there is nothing wrong with falling off the wagon.
You’re only defeated when you give up for good and don’t stay to fight.
Running 10.6 miles was the ideal response even if eating a bag of Rainbow Drops for breakfast was the worst possible start (aside from having 3 Pot Noodles and a bag of Rainbow Drops).
It’s not really about aiming for perfection with all of this shit. It’s just about trying to do better.
I will continue to try and try and try.
And I’ll get it right one day.