Sunday Lunch And Running Don't Mix!

Hello Blog Lovers.

I must focus on running. I must focus on running. I must focus on running. I must focus on running. "Care to join us for shared Sunday Lunch, Old Girl?" I was asked by my pastor last week! "Yes, that will be lovely" I responded all too eagerly

My mantra went straight out of the window, again! But, as it was Sunday lunch time, I thought I would be ok to do maybe two miles with Smarty Pants, later in the evening, or if she couldn't make it, then 3 miles with the Old Boy.

As it happened, I came home from church, after quite a busy lunch time, and sat on my chair and promptly fell to sleep! I didn't realise how tired I was! But eventually, after the Old Boy woke me up with a cuppa, I found out if Smarty Pants could make it, (which she couldn't) and then I got myself ready for a 3 miler.

I really wasn't up for it at all. Most of my running is done on, 1 bowl of ReadyBrek for breakfast, a very light lunch at lunch times, and several cups of tea during the day. The running takes place in the evening time before I have had my dinner! But today, Oh my!, a very tasty lunch, cooked by Hitchy, of shepherds pie and two veg. (I had two portions!) and then there was pudding, I had strawberry gateaux!

It was just too good not to! But I thought after a few hours, it wouldn't be too bad. And if I went with Smarty Pants it would only be two miles anyway! But here we are, with me writing up my blog after running 3.31 miles on (still) a very fully tummy! I was just glad it stayed full on the way round.

I must say, if it wasn't for the Old Boy today, bouncing around in front of me, running up and down the sitting room pretending to run, I probably would have stayed sat in my chair!  It was a hard run. Even the Old Boy found it hard, but then he has been ill recently. It was reminiscence of earlier days when I was deciding which was the best way to handle my body concerning the refueling. The times when I had dinner at 6, then and 5 o'clock. The stitch that I suffered after each run was not good.  That is when I decided that the best time to 're-fuel' is to have a proper breakfast, porridge or weetabix, then a nice lunch. And if I have a long run to do then I make sure I have pasta for a nice lunch. And then just have dinner when I get back after each run! For one reason it makes me want to get around quicker.

 Anyway, I jogged along! It wasn't my finest hour, or should I say 40 minutes! I stopped at silly places, it felt as if I had eaten all 6 of Hitchys shepherd pies! Even the Old Boy said "Lets go across the park" But I said that I was sticking to the route. I feel doing something is better than not doing anything. So I shall finish the route and then go and collapse into my chair again.

Geeky stats, very poor really. But considering I really didn't want to move my carcass of my chair this evening, I feel that its another little notch on the marathon bedpost!