Smuggy Smuggerington

Yes, that is me. Big Smug Mc Smug, who came first in a smug competition in Smugland. Can you tell I'm feeling a bit smug? "And why?" you ask. Well, I'll tell you why. This is the first day of my holiday. Nine days off stretch ahead of me in one long, lovely, leisurely period, and I got up this morning, at 7am no less, to go for a run. So I wear my smuggness with pride, as a badge of honour. I've earned it :-)

The run felt good. I came to a bit of a realization mid trot. I always miss running when I'm not doing it. And I bitch at myself constantly about needing to get out there and start again. Then when I finally do get out on to the streets, all I can think of is getting the run over, racking up the miles and earning the calories. That's all well and good. I want to run the distances and burn or earn more calories, that's why I started after all. But I also want to enjoy the running for the sake of the running. So mid run today, it struck me that I should just stop concentrating on how far into my distance I am, and how long it is till I finish. I should live in the moment and just run and enjoy it. It worked. I still had about 2km to run at that point and I was tired (5k is a big deal for me at the moment, while I build up my stamina again) but the rest of the run was definitely easier. 

It feels like a great start to the day, never mind my holiday. I know I deserve a shower, a shit and a coffee. All of which I now badly need, but I stopped to blog first because I was excited at having got up, voluntarily, to run, in the daylight, later than normal, among real people. And I felt okay about it, not too self conscious. I know I have an obsession with "normal" but it's honestly earned. It comes of years of being far from percieved normality, and to think I pass for it now sort of blows my mind. I wore a running top from TKMaxx, an XL, so about a size 16.

Seriously, I think I looked okay in it. No one looked twice at me as I jogged passed them, except in tha way that non runners look at runners anyway. And I can so live with that. To be seen as a runner again will be wonderful.

Now, on to that shit that I need/deserve. After the uber carnivorous meal on Thursday night, I decided to go meat free yesterday, so I made a mushroom and chickpea curry for dinner last night, and had it with grated cauliflower and garlic instead of rice. It was darn tasty, and light-ish in calories, so I made back half of what I over spent on Thursday. All good. But oh, my God! My anal emissions last night were nothing normal! Circus tents out there are jealous of the sulphurous evil I created. I reckon the combination of the really good quality meat on Thursday and the chickpeas on Friday was pretty deadly. I'll be lucky if TMM hasn't been rendered unconscious in his sleep (I mean bad unconscious, as opposed to just sleep unconscious, obviously)  Moving swiftly on.

As far as the run was concerned, my foot and knee held up well. Both still taped, I will give it till tomorrow to see how they feel.

Then hopefully run again on Monday. Ahhh. A good start to the day. I love life at the moment.

Post run coffee. Ahhh! And relax.