The 4.5mph wonder
Hello again, would you believe it’s another blog update? I swear it’s not just a New Year thing. Its more that I’ve found I can waffle about mundane things instead of waiting for monumental and inspirational things to report on. Like going to the pub.
Today I’m suffering from a headache, and have been since I woke up at 3am. The waking up at 3am is turning into something of a habit, as is the 4am and 6am wake-up slots. It’s not that I’m awake and alert at those times, but something keeps waking me up. I’d like that to stop. Last night’s extreme wind was likely to blame this time (atmospheric event, not internal gas). As a testament to how windy it actually was I got to the car this morning and found half of someone’s roof underneath it. A strip of corrugated plastic that’s used for roofing had been ripped off someone’s place and found it’s way under the car. It was as long as my house is wide.
I think I’m suffering headache wise due to last nights run around Penkridge. Yes, I finally joined ‘the lads’ on their weekly run. We covered 2.2 miles in 24 minutes, which is slow but a good starting point. I’m unfit, but not as unfit as I had thought - my muscles could take it (just), although my lungs and throat were hurting by the end. It was the final 50m sprint that killed me, but I wasn’t going to let Rich claim the glory unchallenged.
Yesterday saw me on something of a fruit binge too. I had an apple before going to bed, a banana and apple for breakfast, a banana as a snack before dinner (turkey and lettuce sandwiches, heavy on the lettuce) and an orange mid afternoon. Reading Unlimited Power’s diet section had something of an effect. I’m a tad dubious of some of the claims in that book, but I’m giving it all a try to see what happens. I don’t think I’ll be turning vegan though.
Possibly more to come in this entry later in the day…
Later in the day:
Nah, I’m afraid I can’t think of much else that I could write. Richard Burns Rally is definitely impossible to play using only a keyboard - god knows, I’ve tried. My headache is almost gone. I’m kinda hungry and at this moment am thinking about tracking down some food. Err… it’s still windy. Yeah, that about wraps things up for entry number 152 (which this is). Goodnight.
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Lol, very impressed Jimi, i rekon we orta start trying to play Squash again at some point. That would be 2 semi workouts a week…..Health Guru… Fruit is also a good thing but too much and the dentist may stay away for ever, and who would want that
I’m thinking of swimming Sunday/Monday, because one run a week isn’t that much use. Swimming is both different, good exercise and a chance to meet ladies wearing not a lot.
I think on so many levels.
Jimi I am sat here all fat, full of meatballs, and slurping down my evenings bottle of Coors Fine Light Beer. That has become something of a tradition, if traditions can only be a week old.
You see while you waggle your pathetic lard fest limbs through the air and peddle you little stark white legs till you cough up your lungs you are so struck with exhaustion you don’t know what day it is . I know what day it is because I can count the bottles in the bin… or bins it would seem… hmmm why is there two of everything?
Anyway what I am saying is a young cat may bound around the gardens as if it is neo in the Matrix it will quickly learn the delights of gorging itself on food and subsequently become too fat to do anything. And it’s at that point when we humans find said cat, now looking more like a beanbag with whiskers lying on it’s back infront of the fire, we say “Ooh that’s the life isn’t it?” and if that’s the case, is there really anything wrong with trying to achieve the same goal?
Either way look at it like this, it took you 24 minutes to travel 2.2 miles, that’s about 5 miles an hour. Now I don’t want to bring down your admirable effort but that’s actually walking pace, and I know that regardless of ever how much I drink, and ever how much I eat I should still be able to walk. Therefore I intend to take part in your next run, ie the one next January where I shall be competing.
I power walk everywhere, I don’t like walking slowly.
Jimi after your suggestion I went to JCB lake and took the liberty of clocking a duck with a speed gun I borrowed from a friendly neighbourhood police officer. To make sure the duck was suitably destressed I brought along Dawson who is reputed in the area for his duck fondling ways. With his hands tied I let him chase the duck toward me where I clocked various top speeds. We found that a distressed duck actually reached a terminal of 6.2mph and could cruise along at a happy 5.3mph. Wether or not it could maintain this for 2.2miles I aren’t sure as Dawson managed to get out of his restraints and the rest is pending investigation by the RSPB.
Hows the jogging going? by my calculations you should have run a further 15-20 miles by now?
To stumble right into the predictable…
We stopped weeks ago.