Well that is something of a HUGE relief may I say. If I hadn't lost weight this time then it would really have been a case of having no clue what I am doing wrong. I've been so near to a saint this week that even Mother Teresa would be pointing her bony finger at me and calling me a goody two-shoes.
So, my head, my heart, and my knees are delighted to divulge a weight loss of three pounds (slightly less, but roundy downy from 15 stone 7.4) to bring me in to 15 stone 7. It's felt really good this week, and more importantly it hasn't felt like too much of a struggle. Considering the disaster of last Sunday's failed attempt at 17 miles, it's good to have something positive to dwell on, and give me optimism for the next long run in a couple of days. To turn things around from falling 1.5 miles short one week to success the next, I needed to get fitter, and I needed to get lighter. Two mini-runs behind me this week have ticked the former, and the result today is great news and has diminished the nerves which have been jangling since the personal humiliation of having to hobble home, in between having to take a rest. (I've seen people in similar situations, and they always have my sympathy, but it is scant consolation; believe me, I know!)
This is now the template I need to adopt for the few weeks ahead; if I can do that then maybe 26 miles might not be quite so much of a marathon marathon!
The weekend is going to be quite a test. Family doings at Mums; where there will no doubt be a significant amount of indulgence flashing before my eyes in the form of chocolate, chocolate and, more chocolate. I don't want another weekend of putting weight on, but with the best efforts this week it might still prove too difficult. Part of me wants another weight loss, but the realistic part of me will quite happily settle for breaking even and setting myself up for a concerted push over the last couple of weeks.
Good grief, does that REALLY say 23 days??????
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