Storm Before The Calm
I fucked up and didn’t blog yesterday. I’m gonna pretend that it didn’t happen and concentrate on blogging every day for the rest of the year. Not capitulating anymore.
I spent the day chasing my bins around the garden thanks to Storm Ophelia. Once the wind died down a bit I went to bed and slept for 12 hours solid after a 5k yesterday. By the time I woke up it was 6am. Ah well. Sleep cycle is back to being normal!
Although I haven’t made much progress with my weight this month the good news is that I’m not in a worse position than I was before. My weight has stabilised. Today I ran 9 miles and finally there’s a glimmer of hope that I must take advantage of.
I’ve been waking up in some pretty awful moods. The old brain pills seem to be having the opposite effect that they are meant to be having. I’m anxious about work but these tablets make me tired and unable to focus for very long and that in turn makes my anxiety worse.
By working more the anxiety decreases. I got a lot done today and I’m relieved. This allowed me to run without any anxiety and that helped me even more.
I got caught out with a leaky arse for the first time in a while. I was running back from dinner and I had a piercing pain in my stomach. I was able to make us of a stream and a sock. It wasn’t ideal but I wasn’t gonna risk running into a bar, tripping over a stool and shitting myself on the floor.
I can’t describe the real horror I used to feel when my stomach went south all last year. For about 6 months I was certain I was gonna shit myself on every run. I got addicted to taking Imodium and it stopped working. Made my body come out in a rash.
Now it’s not the end of the world but I make sure to drink coffee before I go out as much as possible so that any stomach problems are sorted before my knees start knocking.