Blimey. That was so tough.
Today was run day and to be honest I just did not want to go. It was grey, damp, miserable ..... and I had a hangover.
However, I just knew I had to do this. I was in a bad cycle of alcohol and junk food. As much as I was enjoying it I knew it was the reason for my heart attack in March. I had to break the cycle.
Man tights on - yay - and my new Brooks runners laced up and off I went.
Two minutes into the run and Gail the gremlin started. You're not going to do this Alan. You haven't got over covid yet Alan. Your new shoes aren't as comfortable as your old ones Alan. You're panting already Alan and are going so slowly.
My brain then engaged and figured out that gorging on pork pies, sausage rolls, salted peanuts, roast chicken crisps, profiteroles and cheesecake for the last two days was going to make this tough. I also knew that Gail the gremlin was completely wrong that bottles of wine, gin and whisky could be counted as part of my hydration package 🤣🤣
So, I managed 2.5k. It was tough. Very tough. But I am so pleased I got out to run as I know that I have broken the downward spiral and I will be out again tomorrow in a much better state. 🤞
Happy running everyone. 👍