Breakfast: Good start, corn flakes and a banana.
Lunch: One round of chicken and salad sandwich, on BROWN BREAD! Is it actually any better? Had to finish off the tube of Pringles in the cupboard, but no more.
Snack: Some kind of yoghurt biscuit bar which claims on the packet to be about 70 calories per slice, but then they give you two slices in a packet, so you have to eat both of them.
Snack 2: Half a cheese sandwich and a banana after lots of exercise.
Dinner: Chili con carne, home made to my dad's recipe, bloody lovely. Too bloody lovely, went back for more, and a bit more after.
No dessert though.
Exercise: Mowed the lawn, which takes more effort than you might think as we have an ancient push along thing, which is so old that the fact it has no motor and is wireless would probably make it an expensively retro piece of kit.
Went for a 20 minute run around the harbourside, but walked down there to meet Marc, who is helping me train, and that is easily a mile. And walked back as well, slowly up Park Street, another mile to my journey.
Was quite scared and confused while walking past Borders on the Triangle when what seemed like hundreds of women started running at me.
I couldn't believe I had reached the heights of megastardom so soon, it must have been the post-race picture I posted on this blog.
In fact, of course, it was a women's running club, possibly students, they all seemed to be wearing the same vest. I was quite knackered by the time I got home, but feeling good at the same time.
Lunch: One round of chicken and salad sandwich, on BROWN BREAD! Is it actually any better? Had to finish off the tube of Pringles in the cupboard, but no more.
Snack: Some kind of yoghurt biscuit bar which claims on the packet to be about 70 calories per slice, but then they give you two slices in a packet, so you have to eat both of them.
Snack 2: Half a cheese sandwich and a banana after lots of exercise.
Dinner: Chili con carne, home made to my dad's recipe, bloody lovely. Too bloody lovely, went back for more, and a bit more after.
No dessert though.
Exercise: Mowed the lawn, which takes more effort than you might think as we have an ancient push along thing, which is so old that the fact it has no motor and is wireless would probably make it an expensively retro piece of kit.
Went for a 20 minute run around the harbourside, but walked down there to meet Marc, who is helping me train, and that is easily a mile. And walked back as well, slowly up Park Street, another mile to my journey.
Was quite scared and confused while walking past Borders on the Triangle when what seemed like hundreds of women started running at me.
I couldn't believe I had reached the heights of megastardom so soon, it must have been the post-race picture I posted on this blog.
In fact, of course, it was a women's running club, possibly students, they all seemed to be wearing the same vest. I was quite knackered by the time I got home, but feeling good at the same time.
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