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^^some cottage cheese please! Full fat, large curd.
Cal, just wanted to say, you were right all along about wheat being the devil and if I had only listened to you…ah well, I guess I had to learn the hard way and I will probably forget soon enough too. Good luck with gymnastics and in the 6 miler tomorrow. I hope it is a joyous or at least triumphant trek through the mud.
Also, I’m sorry to hear about your recent drama. Perhaps the time apart will gives both your parents some space to decompress.
Holy Jesus, that run was hard. The Clapham Common 10K series is tough enough, but at least it’s relatively flat. This run, however, was on Streatham Common, which I hadn’t been to since, oh, I was a 12 year old riding horses. It’s on a frickin’ hill, which somehow I’d forgotten, and it was brutal. I had to stop and walk several times. My sciatica really doesn’t like hills one little bit.
Unlike the Clapham races, which are advertised in my gym and various other places and attract a wide variety of running standards, this was organised by a local running club and thus full of very experienced runners. I wasn’t last, but I think I was in the last three. It wasn’t timed, and there were no medals (just T-shirts), plus the course was marked by tiny flags rather than roped off like the Clapham races - very much a low key sort of affair. On reflection, I don’t think it was a race I had any business being part of. I saw a flyer advertising it on my usual jogging route, which is why I entered, but well…I was glad to have finished it at least but it also made me feel rather ashamed for a) stopping to walk and b) finishing at the back.
The last race of the Clapham series is next weekend. Compared to this one, it’ll seem like a walk in the park.
Dude, you finished that fucker when a lesser-sort would have quit in disgust. I call that a win.
Sorry to hear about the parental drama. At the very least it sounds like both mom and dad are getting appropriate care.
Yeah, I finished it. It was an experience, I’ll give it that. I’m not really at my best currently - back/sciatica is being a bitch and I’m still adjusting to my new schedule. The school days are so busy they end up being intermittant fasting days. Wednesday and Thursday I didn’t eat anything until I got home. Friday I had a long enough lunch that I could go out and get something, but also no breakfast. And whilst I didn’t feel low on energy, I guess the three low calorie days directly before the race will have had an effect.
The parental drama is something I don’t need right now. It sounds really harsh but as I’m doing a new job - something I’ve never done before and have to learn a lot about - that takes priority. I have the gymnastics class tomorrow because I have to teach this stuff to kids. There’s a first aid course next month I have to do. And there’s also another kids fitness course which I’m considering (but it’s £500 so I need to think about that one). On top of that I’m expected to produce lesson plans and all sorts, so I’ve got a lot on my plate. A lot of people would drop everything and go be with their parents but I’m not going to do that. And if that makes me a cold unfeeling bastard, so be it. As you say, they are getting care.
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