I spent the last two days in London and as everyone knows when you are away from home the calories don't count! I was in the East End of London for a meeting and having avoided all of the fatty breakfast's on the train by 3.30 I was very hungry. Exactly the wrong time to see a pie and mash shop. He offered me liquor with my pie and mash on purchasing this culinary treat. I told him I had a meeting and would stick to gravy. The liquor is an eel and parsley sauce which I was even happier to have rejected once I discovered the ingredients!
So I went to my meeting at a college and did the presentation. I eventually left the college at 8pm and was lucky enough see a bus, chasing it provided me with the only real exercise of the day! On offering the driver £20 he turned and advised correct change only and no change would be given. I must have looked gutted because when I turned around he shouted me back on and let me ride for free! Happy with my free ride I jumped out at the underground. My ticket didn't work. I called the attendant and apparently the sales people had sold me the wrong ticket and it was going to be very expensive to upgrade! I pulled the same pitiful bus face and she amazingly she popped her own card on the machine and let me through the gate. The Londoners obviously love us jocks!
Tired and hungry I passed a very good Chinese restaurant, I caved again and ordered ribs and chicken fried rice - far too much food but it tasted amazing!
So today I avoided the full breakfast and only flinched when fish and chips was on offer on the train. It was pretty small and tasted rubbish so I didn't eat it all.
My guilt was complete. A diet of pie, Chinese and fish and chips is not going to help me win the two chins battle! So when I went for my run this afternoon I decided that it would be good to benchmark my chubsterness against the good people of Dunfermline. So as I plodded along I decided that this needed to be more scientific than just a random guess. All of a sudden it came to me, I would look at the next 30 cars that passed and rate the drivers against my own frame. I couldn't think of a better way of putting it other than the double chinners v skinnys.
The first 4 cars were driven by 4 larger framed people and I was already placing myself closer to the skinnys than the double chinners. But then disaster a skinny went by, then another and another. This was going to be close! Secretly I longed, despite the aforementioned food fest, to be closer to the skinnys. Sadly it wasn't happening and the final score was 13 double chinners v 17 skinnys - proving that I'm still heavier than most folk in Dunfermline. I doubt if this genius research will be published by the British Medical Journal as I was not able to factor in the skinnys who have two chins or the double chinners who have skinny faces if you know what I mean! Anyway, my battle with the evil calories continues.
By the time my research was complete I had somehow completely lost concentrating on the run that I was doing. My pace had slowed to a crawl and I knew I had to pick it up if I was going to make the 5.30pm rendezvous with Danielle. I completed the ten miles in just over 1.30 which was nothin special but I suppose that's what a long slow run is about!
So I was happy with today's effort and finished it off with 40 minutes stretching which has loosened off my tired muscles.
Time for ice cream!!!!!!
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