Hurty legs. Very hurty legs. That eejit had me pushing out 140kg today. But fuck it felt great afterwards. Also I am doing the Dukan Diet. So that means meat, meat and more meat. With some eggs.
Today I felt all flu-ey and virusey. Strangely after my leg session (honestly, Matthu my PT should consider midwifery, it is much the same line of work, all that grunting and groaning and calling him a bastard and then getting the giggles) I felt much better. By teatime the virusy effect was back. So got home and was supposed to have, surprise, surprise, MEAT for dinner. After exploding a little bit of chicken all over the five hundred year old microwave in my flat, I decided to have a protein shake instead. A little bit over meat. So, the protein shake that is King of all protein shakes was made. Chocolate protein powder, pure cocoa powder (which I managed to pour all over myself, if you are ever stuck for face powder, it doesn't look half bad once you rub it in, but the smell is a bit of a giveaway) and a dollop of low fat cream (it has almost zero sugar but tastes sooooo decadent) and of course ice cubes. I honestly considered adding a wee bit of vodka and pretending it was a wee cocktail, but refrained. Only because I like to take my vodka in the bath, with pepsi (in the vodka, not the bath) and have a good book in my hand. Although that always poses the dilemma of when to brush your teeth. In the bath, before the vodka is finished? Or wait till the voddie is down the hatch and hope you remember to do it later? Dilemmas of a modern life.....
Anyway, at the weekend I had two wonderful runs. One around the surrounds of the harbour, Kirribilli and Lavender Bay and one around the mountains with Simon. Saturdays run was in the rain which I love. Sunday was the perfect running morning, with fabulous company and just the best way to start the day. I am devoting this week to my training. Except for Thursday night when I am just carrying out my parental duties and attending "Hot Damn!" in Kings Cross where my erstwhile son is playing a gig. A very heavy hardcore metal gig. Should be fun :)
Today I felt all flu-ey and virusey. Strangely after my leg session (honestly, Matthu my PT should consider midwifery, it is much the same line of work, all that grunting and groaning and calling him a bastard and then getting the giggles) I felt much better. By teatime the virusy effect was back. So got home and was supposed to have, surprise, surprise, MEAT for dinner. After exploding a little bit of chicken all over the five hundred year old microwave in my flat, I decided to have a protein shake instead. A little bit over meat. So, the protein shake that is King of all protein shakes was made. Chocolate protein powder, pure cocoa powder (which I managed to pour all over myself, if you are ever stuck for face powder, it doesn't look half bad once you rub it in, but the smell is a bit of a giveaway) and a dollop of low fat cream (it has almost zero sugar but tastes sooooo decadent) and of course ice cubes. I honestly considered adding a wee bit of vodka and pretending it was a wee cocktail, but refrained. Only because I like to take my vodka in the bath, with pepsi (in the vodka, not the bath) and have a good book in my hand. Although that always poses the dilemma of when to brush your teeth. In the bath, before the vodka is finished? Or wait till the voddie is down the hatch and hope you remember to do it later? Dilemmas of a modern life.....
Anyway, at the weekend I had two wonderful runs. One around the surrounds of the harbour, Kirribilli and Lavender Bay and one around the mountains with Simon. Saturdays run was in the rain which I love. Sunday was the perfect running morning, with fabulous company and just the best way to start the day. I am devoting this week to my training. Except for Thursday night when I am just carrying out my parental duties and attending "Hot Damn!" in Kings Cross where my erstwhile son is playing a gig. A very heavy hardcore metal gig. Should be fun :)
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