I have always followed a fairly eccentric approach to diet. The way I figure it, if I’m running more than, say, 80km per week, I can eat whatever the hell I want.
And what I want generally falls into categories of:
- fattening
- junk
- sweet
- all of the above
And that has generally worked for me. I like coming home from a long run and tucking in to a whole packet of tim tams, deep fried in lard. And I would normally follow that with a barbecue, chased down with beer.
Then in the morning I would wake up with 4 or 5 strong coffees.
And so the days roll onwards, in a rather contented fashion.
Getting serious
Not this year though. From now on I’m serious. Hardcore.
I haven’t had a drop of alcohol this year. Not a single coffee, or even coffee flavoured milkshake have I swallowed in over 2 years.
Now, partly as a response to the recent dentist trip (his first words to me, immediately after “open wide”, were “ooooh, you have a sweet tooth don’t you!”) I’m cutting out sweet stuff too.
So, for the last fortnight I have cut out hot chocolates, chocolate of any sort, sweet biscuits, cake and icecream.
It makes life a bit duller, and has had some interesting effects on my digestion, which I won’t disgust you with. It has also left me with a bit of a quandary: if I don’t eat that stuff, what on earth will I eat?
Still, I’m sure I’ll be healthier for it.
Running
A good session yesterday, including 3 fast laps of the MCG concourse, each of which were within 3-4 seconds of each other, so I was able to keep the pace nicely. I then did 12 150m sprints uphill on the William Barak footbridge. 10km in total, including warmup and cooldown.
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