The Eating Habits Of An Angry Jogger On Friday.
The start of the day is always really fucking stressful especially if I’m running. I’ll have 10 minutes to get a shower and then 15 minutes to walk a mile to the train station.
It’s a tight squeeze and I’m usually sprinting towards the end, which is no mean feat as I’ll have sore nipples and be running in DC shoes.
I’ll be sprinting down the street like I’ve shit myself.
Anyway, I like to start the morning off with a bang. I will buy a litre of Boost Energy Drink at the local convenience store and drink it as I storm up University Street and Ormeau Road in Belfast towards work.
I’ll then have the breakfast of champions, a footlong Subway. This was mine today. I almost didn’t get one. The ‘Sandwich Artist’ was training some other fellow up on the way of the sandwich making and he was taking far too fucking long. I felt like just asking for the bread in a bag and paying half for his trouble.
After such a healthy start to the day, I felt satiated until around 12:30pm when the serious hunger pangs commenced.
I do not fuck around when it comes around to the hunger and declare war on it immediately. Today I had a Cajun Chicken Roll, a Daim Bar, some Meller, a packet of Extra Ice gum and a 3 pack of Lindor (not pictured as I ate the fucking things on the way back from the shop.)
That filled me until about 3pm when I had to make a quick stop for another 3 pack of Lindor.
I kinda have a sad relationship with the cashiers in the Mace shop on the Ormeau Road. I always come in and buy the same thing. One packet of Lindor for £1. The guy behind the counter knows what’s coming. I pretend I don’t. I sometimes pretend to look down other aisles just to give the impression that I’m considering buying something different.
I imagine this is how an alcoholic must feel when he goes into the same booze shop to buy some white cider. I try to swap it around a bit and score my Lindor balls elsewhere, but frankly it’s too far to walk to the next shop down.
After that I held on for dinner and with it being a Friday I decided to spare no expense and bought myself a packet of Meanies, some Ferrero Rocher, a bottle of wine and a pint of Brothers Cider.
The dinner and supper of champions.
This is me well set for tonight and I’ll (hopefully) be fighting fit for 2 runs tomorrow.