Socks or Mittens??

So far I am being an exceptionally good boy, and with only a few days until weigh in
number 88 (two fat ladies, but one slightly less fat fella) optimism is high if I can keep on the straight and narrow (as opposed to wonky and fat) until the end of the week.

There was the big run on Sunday, no takeaways and no subway sandwiches this week (meaning no gooey cookies either....okay, I admit to not being able to resist the hotel room biccies though. The maid must know my weakness for Bourbon Creams!).

The only downside is that I have had a slight running wardrobe malfunction (you know what I mean, and no it's not racing down the street hot on the heels of a piece of furniture making a bid for freedom), so no running this week. It went kind of like this....

• was planning to run on Monday, realised I had no gloves packed and it was FREEEEZING outside, no run; but would get some gloves and run Tuesday
• Tesco's had NO gloves of any description - don't ask; the store was full of Bermuda shorts and sandals (not Bermuda) - so in my determination to run, I actually bought a three pack of mittens........okay they were thermal socks.....
• Getting myself ready to go our for a quick five-miler, what should I find in the bottom of my pack but a pair of gloves (happy days!!)......and no compression top.......(crap!).....

I regret to say that there is nothing I can buy from Tesco's that will prevent the dreaded joggers nipple, so that's put the kybosh on that until Friday night back up north.

Here's hoping that a two run week and some good eating will be sufficiently healthy to get a good result this Friday. Keep 'em crossed as usual!!  

40 days........!!