1lb loss; 38.5lb total; 16.5lb in 2014
This week should have brought another outing for Piri in the Prudential Ride 100 and with it, another race report. But obviously, this is not the case.
The forecast wind and rain on Sunday coupled with impending lurgy and an aversion to crashes in the weeks preceding Bacchus led to a tactical withdrawal on Saturday morning.
I spent most of Sunday on the couch with Harry Potter (apart from a quick trip to the cinema for the Inbetweeners 7/10, funny but trying a little too hard). I was hoping to find my training mojo between the pages or perhaps under the blanket beneath which I was snuggled.
It’s not surprising I’m struggling a little. I always feel a little inert in the build up to one of our big events. And there is nothing in our schedule quite so big as Bacchus. But I suspect a lot of it has to do with jet lag from Austria/Outlaw merging with a burgeoning to do list.
It’s a times like these where the craving for sugar really kicks in. And truthfully, I’ve really struggled with the whole primal thing in the last week or two. Not struggled with it as a concept. In fact, these last two weeks have reaffirmed that it is a sensible and healthy life choice. Just that, when the stress kicked in, I used to overeat to deal with it. Now, I have chosen not to take that route, I still have to deal with the emotions that are left.
Undoubtedly exercise helps with this, a lot. Its a fantastic stress relief. But what do you do when you are feeling under the weather sufficiently to prevent you from clambering off the couch?
Instead of eating myself to death I decided to carry on the search for ‘the chair‘.
I nearly bought this one. But then Alan managed to persuade me we wouldn’t get it up the stairs and I believed him, which made me think I wasn’t quite ready for the purchase just yet!
Thankfully, after a few days rest I’m feeling restored and and looking forward to submerging myself into marathon training proper. And so excited to be joined in that now by Pauline who has also entered the Portsmouth Coastal marathon on 21st December.
Next week will have lots of exciting swim talk but for now I want to leave you with a story a friend of ours reminded us of when he came to stay a few weeks ago.
He was a relatively new police constable stationed at Vine Street in the days when PC’s patrolled in full tunic and gloves. It was winter, and London had been experiencing a particular cold snap. In the few days previous, he had treated himself to a brand new pair Doc Martin boots to help keep his feet warm.
This day he was on lates and detailed to patrol the West End. A recent increase the temperature had melted a lot of the snow covering the pavements. It now lay in piles of grey slush, gently refreezing as the evening air temperatures fell.
Making his way merrily along the street, Pete admired the well heeled moving from an early dinner and towards the many theatres that populated the area. As he turned one corner he met a couple coming the other way head on. The lady was wearing a beautiful gown and partnered with a very well dressed gentleman in full tuxedo and bow tie. Unfortunately, at that very moment, Peters trusty Doc Martins hit a particularly slippery patch on an unfortunate camber.
With his legs slipping out from under him, Pete acted instinctively and reached out to the closest thing he could grab hold of, the lapels of the chaps tuxedo, and then preceded to head butt the gentleman, dropping them both to the wet and slushy pavement below. It turns out, the constables tunic was relatively impervious to the damp. Not so the unfortunately gentleman’s attire which was turned from dapper to ragamuffin in less than five seconds contact with her Majesties finest.
After he has picked himself up, Peter hauled the chap to his feet, dusted him down as best he could then fixing his hat back upon his head plodded off along the street gently chuckling to himself.
The moral of the story? Live life to the full, you never know what is round the corner. 🙂