Trouble with kids

Just back from my run. I had planned for 40 minutes but only managed the 30. Way too muggy out there.
Funny thing happened though. Spotted some kids fucking about with one of those life rings by the side of the river. In my best "passive aggressive" tone I asked him to return it to the box thing, which he did. Then one of them chirped up with "Hey! You're Isaac's dad!" Turns out. Kids know me. I'm not sure that's a good thing. Especially after i'd threatened to push him in the river if I ever caught him mucking about with the life saving ring thing again.... oh well!

I rarely do it with the wife.

Earlier today I actually ran with my wife. We rarely run together because we usually end up in a petty squabble about pace or course.
I managed 3 miles before the wheels fell off. I'd I had not been with Abby, it would have been a lot less.
30 minutes today. Will try 40 minutes tomorrow. A bottle of sauvignon blanc may say different.

20 minutes until dinner #Day3

Headed out or a 20 minute out and back run to fill the minutes while Abby was cooking. Very warm out again but kept it steady for 2 miles. Still finding it tough.

Another day

Ran again this morning. Just a mile and a half to work. Felt pretty hard again. I'll be running home this afternoon at the end of my shift. I know my legs will be feeling it. But my working week is nearly done.
I hope I'm able to run 5k tomorrow before work. We'll see.

Where I was, where I am.

I recently tracked down my PB for 10k. Well not just the 10k but probably my best race performance ever.
The race was the Great East Run 10k at Bungay in 2010. I ran 47.30. What I remember specifically is that during this race, I was holding back. Waiting to attack in the last kilometre. But I was undone by a massive hill around a blind corner. I wasn't expecting it and my fuel tanks were blown.
Since then, I joined Ipswich Jaffa running club, took up cycling too, changed jobs 3 times and set up my catering business.... oh and gained 20lb!
In other words, life took over. I don't like it.
Last night I stepped on the scales and out of curiosity, I checked my visceral fat and all the other bollocks which the scales tell you. I even checked what my BMI is with one of those charts online (yes I know BMI is massively flawed, but as a reference marker it suits purpose )
The results, unsurprisingly, we're not good. I need to do something about this. I want to be fast I want to be fit. I need to lose my boobies. I don't wanna be one of those fat dads. I'm better than this.

So I got up this morning and ran. It hurt a lot. But I need to stick with it and stop eating badly. I'm not very good at practicing what I preach. But I know what I should be doing. I need to work on will power as much as I need to get fit etc. My battle is truly 80% mental. 

I'm leaving you

Dear marathon,

I’m leaving you. Sorry, but we can’t go on like this. I can’t offer you the commitment that you need. Your insatiable appetite for early morning action has made me sore. I feel that breaking up with you is the only way I can get back on track with my life. I have so much going on outside of running. I need to get back to my family, my kids and my wife.... yes I’m married. I know this is also news to you, but I have been happily married for almost 15 years. I have strayed to a couple of marathons in my past, but we have an open relationship like that. My wife is often caught thumbing through magazines, eyeing up her next race. I handle this only by knowing she comes back to me eventually.

Look. It’s not you, it’s me. I need more space. I feel the distance is too far between us. I will come to Brighton to support our Jaffa babies. I may even wander around the 10k. Don’t panic! There’s nothing going on with me and the 10k. We’re just friends.
I hope we can still be friends. I know what we had was special. But even you have to admit that recently I’ve been a little distracted. I thought buying new Saucony running shoes would spice things up....They didn’t. They just reminded me of what comfort felt like.
I will still run. I’ll always run. Just not twenty six point two miles. That’s just silly.
Always your friend,

Brian

Giving up "_______"

So for the new year I have given up Sugar and bread. Also trying to cut down on my caffeine.
So far in 5 days I have lost around 4lb. This is good but I know that the first bit of weight to go will be the easiest. It was just mince pie and general Christmas weight.
The first week of training for Brighton Marathon has been shit. I spent a lit of the week feeling very tired with no energy to train.
I had hoped to make the Jaffa track session tonight (Monday) but the wife didn't finish work until late so I had to sack that off. So then I set up the turbo trainer with the intention of spinning out 10 miles. But after a couple of phone calls had interrupted my flow I gave in after 5 miles.
Tomorrow is a new day. I hope I can really kick start my training with some good exercise. Fingers crossed.