Miles I actually ran: 0
Pizzas eaten: 1
Today is a rest day. Yey! Mr Runner and I enjoyed a nice glass of wine in the sunshine and went out for dinner. I enjoyed a tasty pizza. Carb Loading!
Mr Runner is not actually a runner. However, Mr Runner has dealt with a lot from me, and my running over the years. He has always supported me, waiting for me at the finish lines of all my races, and making sure I eat properly while I am training.
Mr Runner learnt fairly early on that good nutrition is important for my running. And for him to have a quiet life. In particular, there was one day, when I was training for my first half marathon, when Mr Runner informed me he was going to be late home. I had just done a 6 mile training run, and was not happy with this information as it meant I was going to have to wait for my dinner. I decided to cook and eat the family sized packed of scampi in the freezer that he was saving, as it was his favourite. Just to spite him.
Mr Runner was mostly just very confused by this, so he went to the pub with his friend to get some dinner. I went to bed in a state of guilt and shame. At least I wasn't hungry any more.
The moral of the story is, don't make me wait for food!
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