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I was trying to avoid the shops on the way home last night but had to get cat food and my local shop that used to not sell alcohol now sells it and I’d said to myself that I wasn’t going to drink last night even though it was Friday and on Fridays beer o’clock officially starts at 5pm so I had to shut my eyes walking past the wine on the way to the cat food and just as I thought it was all over, there were the chocolate bars at the till. Waaaaaaaaaaa. I was strong though and went home with only my purchase of cat food. Yay, go me.

But all was not lost as, when I got home, I remembered that I’d brought back a Soreen malt loaf with me (the handy ones already sliced with butter on them, yum) that I hadn’t eaten at work. Mmm, sweety goodness after all, hurrah!

So it just goes to show that I can run on a diet that doesn’t include pizza, alcohol and chocolate as this morning I did 3.3 miles with no walking breaks. Woo.

I decided to do my route backwards this morning, which doesn’t mean I ran backwards (although I might try that one day when I get really bored or hungover enough not to care if I look like a complete twat) but I ran the route in reverse. Well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life and change is as good as a rest. So obviously now after running over 3 miles, I feel really rested. Yeah, right. And as for feeling like my life has now been spiced up, well I don’t really think I’m that sad that a backwards route is going to spice up my life. Not much, anyway.

I think I must be a bit sad though, or at least a bit mad as, now that I’m home, it’s started to rain and I’m thinking “bugger, why didn’t it rain when I was out?”.

I saw a bunny when I was out. Aaaawwwwww 🙂 And all four cows are still there. I’m keeping my eye on them to make sure there are none missing. I’ve got quite attached to them now.

There was also a strange man who I followed over the footbridge. Not followed as in a I’m a stalker kind of way (and if I was a stalker, I certainly wouldn’t be stalking old men with bald patches [note to men – if you’re going bald, shave your head, looks better than a bald patch, honest]), but I’d got to the footbridge and had to get over it to go home. I don’t trust men over the marshes on their own without dogs. He didn’t murder me though, so that was handy as that would really have buggered up my training.

As of next week, I’m in training for a 10k at the end of October. It’s on a Sunday morning. Oh. Shit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t drink on a Saturday night. Not sure when I last saw a Sunday morning either. What have I done?

Stats:
Miles: 3.3
Total time: 36:53
Average pace: 11:11 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.3mph
Max speed: 6.8mph
Total calories: 268
Weather: 66F
Bunnies: 1
Cows: 4
Strange men without dogs: 1
Days without pizza and chocolate: 9
Music:
Gary Numan – I Die : You Die
Pixies – Gouge Away
Garbage – Wicked Ways
The Cranberries – Salvation
Morcheeba – Alice Russell – Someday Blindside
Abba – Dancing Queen
Boomtown Rats
Arctic Monkeys – I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
Baby Teeth – End of Actress
The Electric Soft Parade – Biting the Soles of my Feet