It’s day 14 and I’M HALFWAY BABY! The worst part is over (apparently) and the only way is up! The only way is to the food that will be filling my belly in TWO WEEKS! To celebrate, I went for a run. I know, I really know how to party.
I’m not going to lie, given the recent hunger situation, I was very apprehensive a run was a good idea. Before telling my flatmate to send out a search party if I didn’t return – I stepped out on my first run since everything with my health went a bit pete tong. I signed up for a 10k run in January, when I was feeling post Christmas optimistic and fabulous. Let’s just put this into context – I don’t run. I have never run. I am not a natural runner. So I really was starting at zero. By end of Feb I was running 5k pretty comfortably… I ran 5k today and it was HARD. I left the house having consumed 7 cartons, which at 215 calories a pop, is 1,505 calories in total. So that’s enough to last a run on right? Let me talk you through it…
Start of run: Right, this is great. I feel great. I am a one woman running machine. I am the queen of running. I can run whilst not eating, totally.
10 minutes into run: OH GOD I am so hungry. How is it possible to be this hungry?
15 minutes into run: HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEEL SICK AND FEEL HUNGRY? Maybe I should stop.. oh wait, is that a burger van? I could just run to that..
16 minutes into run: oh no, that’s just a large white van. No burgers. Keep running.
20 minutes into run: Let me just fill my mind with the amazing dinner I’m going to eat when I return. Oh wait..
25 minutes into run: I really feel quite faint. Maybe 1505 wasn’t enough calories to set off on. Hmmm, should have packed a shake in my bumbag
26 minutes into run: Except I don’t have a bum bag. Do people wear a bumbag when their running? Do people still wear bumbags full stop???
28 minutes into run: Still thinking about bumbags and whether I should invest.
30 minutes into run: Oh god I think I need to stop. Really am going to pass out.
35 minutes into run: Final stretch. I CAN DO THIS. Someone line up a shake at my front door!
38 minutes into run: I can see my front door.
40 minutes into run: SOMEONE GET MY DINNER, I WILL EAT ANYONE AND ANYTHING.
I have just inhaled 3 cartons consecutively – topping me up with another 645 calories. I can categorically say, it’s no where near as satisfying as a proper post run dinner (my fave is Lean in 15 prawn thai green curry – yummm)
To keep me motivated (to run and to not eat!), I will be running the British Vitality 10k run for Crohn’s and Colitis UK– a really fantastic charity that funds vital research into IBD. A shameless plug here but any spare dollar feel free to visit my Justgiving page. Bryony and Josh run 10k (first ever share!). It may not be a marathon, but would mean the world to me to raise as much money as poss!