Friday August 25
The project: A month-long stint of pounding the fields and lanes of Sussex in my hapless and ill-advised attempt to complete a quintessentially English 5k race between two local pubs. Yes, a pint of beer awaits every finisher!
Dear Reader,
Most of this morning’s workout time was spent looking for my running cap. I always wear it. I can’t not wear it. It’s my sunshade, my confidence, my anonymity, my comfort.
Before morning exercise I’ve taken to fuelling half with eggs, half with porridge. Previously I’d have two eggs for breakfast, but I was finding I’d have to keep stopping my runs to take glucose on board.
This morning I calculated my carbohydrate intake and took the prerequisite amount of insulin, of course factoring in the fact that I was about to run. To my disgusted frustration my delay in setting off because of the (futile) search for my running cap resulted in my missing ‘running through’ my blood glucose spike.
After mere moments I turned around, feeling nauseous with out-of-range blood glucose, my syrupy blood running sluggishly in my veins.
Reader, I need my cap. It’s two days until the stupid race. I’m going shopping.
Love,
Rebecca
The Jog Log Stats – Day 29
Session: A run that never got started
Distance: 840m
Duration: Moments
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Follow my month-long stint of pounding the fields and lanes of Sussex in my attempt to complete a quintessentially English 5k race between two local pubs.
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UPDATE: Jim has FOUND my cap! And to be honest, a cheeky and unscheduled almost-rest-day has been just what I needed.
I like eggs and porridge too, just not in the same meal. Good luck in the big day, Becks!