I came across some photos of the 10 miler on Sunday, and managed to find a couple featuring my sweaty, washed out face. OF COURSE the photos of me had to be taken after mile 9. Every other time I saw a camera along the way, I smiled for the photos (of which I am certain 98% portray me as at least slightly demented), but after the 9 mile marker I was oblivious to anything except my desire for it all to end. Hence, no smile, even though I am looking DIRECTLY at the camera. I can almost hear myself thinking ‘I don’t even care if a trail of drool is cascading down my face, take your damn photo’. I’m number 321. Enjoy:
Anyway, in preparation for the abuse I’ll be giving my body this weekend, I am taking Saturday as a rest day. Those who know me will understand how much of a sacrifice this is, as Saturday is awesome for both parkrun and gym classes, but I have worked out non-stop since last Thursday, so screw it. I’m going to clean my flat, which would, at this point, make bachelor pads look pristine. I’m actually ashamed of the state of it. I am also going to pamper myself. Brows are being tinted so my face has a slight chance of looking decent in any photos on Sunday, and I’m getting a ‘Rescue Pedicure’, which my poor feet are looking forward to. Judge for yourself, but I would say they have only become more gross-looking since the last foot-fetishist-boner-killer photo I posted:
Anyway – managed an easy 5 mile run this evening, mainly because it was mild and sunny when I finished work, but also because I had planned on trying out my first ‘carb loading’ session tonight. I’ve never bothered before, but since it’s a half marathon, might as well fuel up, right? So what wholesome food choices do I make?
- KFC boneless chicken 3 piece meal (with chips)
- pan au chocolat
- approx half a large loaf of bread with nutella
- an entire pack of MAOAM sweets
I’m sure that is EXACTLY what I should be filling my body with for Sunday’s race. At least I managed to resist beer…