3 weeks to go and it is very real indeed.
It was my wife's birthday and our wedding anniversary last week. Following celebrations for both, I have stopped drinking alcohol until after I finish the marathon.
And now, all I really want is a beer.
This was the bit I was dreading most if truth be told. Forget the training, the cold mornings, no desserts, and the inevitable pain I shall suffer running the marathon itself.
No, the hardest thing for me will be no beer at all for 24 days.
I know there are many people who would have no problem at all with this.
But I am a social animal. I enjoy a pint and a glass of wine with friends.
It has been heading this way for weeks - I have slowed up my drinking a lot. I even went to a very nice restaurant the other evening with my wife and ordered, wait for it, a half bottle of red wine.
I embarrassed myself. Surely only old people ordered such items ?
The waiter was unimpressed too. I don't blame him. Maybe I should have worn elasticated trousers and slip on shoes too.
Still, there is a plus side. Though I hate to admit it. I feel better than I have for years.
I have lost over a stone now in weight, I sleep exceptionally well, and I ran 10 miles comfortably on Saturday morning with no ill effects.
Basically, I am now fit.
I expect after all this I will keep up the fitness.
I will have the suits taken in on the basis I intend to remain at the weight I am now into the future.
I will deny myself the odd culinary delight, rather than eat it because it is on the menu.
But...I think I will also enjoy that first pint about 4pm on Sunday 22nd April.
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