Pizza supper

There was quite a bit of discussion during our training run together, earlier this evening. Mostly it revolved around what clothing we would be wearing and our training schedules, etc. It turned out that we had plenty of time for chatting as the quick 10k soon turned into a mammoth 16k off road, mud and woodland epic in the dark.

It also provided an eye-opening insight into The Editor's meticulous preparations for what most would consider to be a strenuous event next Saturday, the Big Ben Nevis Triathlon.

"So, The Editor, how much training have you done for Saturday?"
"Well, I did go to the swimming baths on Monday."

"What running shoes have you got?"
"I think I'll wear my sandals."

"How many hills have you run up within the past year?"
"None. But I've been to the Alps!"

And my favourite, "Which is your favourite part of Triathlon?"
"None of it. I hate every bit."

I could hardly concentrate for laughing. It's priceless. You couldn't write a day in the life of The Editor, as nobody would believe you.

But the good news for him is that I managed to temporarily handicap myself on the way home. With the carbo loading having already begun, and keen to replenish the now missing glycogen in my muscles, I couldn't decide if I should get a bag of chips to snack on for the journey home, or if I should eat the Salt and Vinegar Rice Pringles that were sitting beside me, having been purchased to aide with Saturday night's recovery. So I ate the Pringles. Then I went to the chippy. Then, for good measure, I went to the Pizza shop. Doh!

Current weight is 13 stones (182 pounds / 82.5 kg), but likely to increase tomorrow!