Pic caption: The Fat Batard's Running Club
I didn't go for my run this evening as planned.
I have no heroic tale of running nine miles to relate.
Instead I bought a French batard loaf from Somerfield and made two huge ham and egg mayo sandwiches, which I guiltily scoffed down while crunching on some sea salt and pepper crisps.
I followed this with a packet of double chocolate chip and hazlenut cookies.
I ended up having an unexpectedly busy day, which in many ways is a good thing. But I didn't get a chance to eat lunch, so having only had a bowl of granola to survive all day on, by the time I got home at about 5, I was very nearly starving. Pretty hungry at any rate.
And it was really hot, so the thought of running nine miles in these conditions seemed quite absurd.
But now I feel ever so queasy and intend to do little more than curl up on the sofa and wait for the weekend to come around.
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