Entered The Liverpool to Manchester Ultramarathon.
This is my plan.
I’m 86.0kgs/189.9lbs tonight. Under 190lbs for the first time ever fuckers. The end goal is in sight. I’m aiming for sub 185lbs by the time I’m back in Northern Ireland on the 3rd April and then I’m in maintenance mode for good.
That will mean I’ll have lost almost 100lbs since 2010. Finally feels like I’m making some progress after a 4 year stalemate.
I’ve entered the Liverpool to Manchester Ultramarathon but I wish it was the other way around. Perhaps this is my time to make peace with Manchester. I hate both football teams from there and I stayed in this fucking awful hostel when I last visited it. Might go all out and book a Travelodge this time.
I will jog the race easily and make it a training run for the Isle Of Wight Challenge. I’m not really training specifically for that either. I’m training for life. To be full of energy and fun. To live the only life I’ll have without regrets and fear. I’m 33 years old and I’ve spent a lot of time regretting shit I’ve done but I can’t let it get to me anymore.
Progress is a choice, as is inertia.
I’ve entered very few races over the last 2 years so now is the time to step up my game and give myself something to actually train for rather than trying to run 100k weeks just for the sake of it.
Heavily in ketosis today.
No hunger mainly because all I can taste is nail varnish remover. It’s disgusting and I feel like retching. I had 159g of carbohydrates mostly this morning and then did my 5 mile run home and I’m back in that state again.
I took in 2,300 calories and burnt just over 3,000. Running tomorrow will be even easier than it is today.
My run home was really fun too. I didn’t have any bowel problems so I wasn’t running with a face on like Little Bobby Shattocks.
Little Bobby Shattocks