12 May – Eating Like A Champion

We are back in London for just a long weekend, so far the nutritional value of living in one of the World’s top foodie destinations may not be apparent to an outsider.


Afternoon coffee and cake

Ribs, Burger and Fries, Red Wine


Coffee and Pastry

Chicken and Avocado Sandwich

Afternoon coffee and cake

Fish, chips and mushy peas – as Mr JCR said the food of champions



Coffee, cereal

Cocktails and Brunch



Coffe and pastry

Afternoon Tea Adventure with my nearly god-daughter

All of this is fine and lovely but I have to admit, shifting the fish and chips out of bed this morning to go for a run was quite hard. Not least because I think the haddock was still alive, certainly there was a large weight around my middle. After yesterday’s fast and long run, I didn’t have high hopes for today – I really thought it would be a slow plod. Still the food of champions had worked its magic and actually once I was under way the kilometres took care of themselves.

I spent my run skirting the City, as the roads and pavements are quiet. Quite a few runners out today; the nice thing about weekend running is the politeness levels increase quite dramatically. Running towards Holborn and a guy stepped in my way and apologised – that would never happen during the week.  Running near Chancery Lane and a fellow lady runner came in the opposite direction, smiled and waved at me. And then on Cheapside a removals man was shifting a big box on a trolley and couldn’t get out of my way quickly enough and he apologised too and called me ‘Darlin’. I am of the age when being called Darlin’ doesn’t offend me, and quite makes my day.

The weather was nice and cool which helps my pace, oh and another thing that may have helped, is that my new nifty running belt was being laundered, so my phone was tucked into my bra for the run. My second km was totally ignored in timing, as one of my boobs had paused the app. So my run times are an approximation, please take with a pinch of salt. Good news is this run now means my kms to run for the year are just under the 1200 mark. And after today’s cocktails and unwise brunch, who knows how well I can run tomorrow? Especially if my boobs doctor the statistics.



Ben – Michael Jackson

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Denis – Blondie

Ivan Meets GI Joe – The Clash

Mickey – Toni Basil

Girls and Boys – Blur

Oliver’s Army – Elvis Costello

Sharp Dressed Man – ZZ Top

Tracy Jacks – Blur

You’re The First, The Last, My Everything – Barry White

Man-eater – Hall and Oates

A Message To You Rudy – The Specials

Ziggy Stardust – David Bowie


Distance 7.0km

Time 42:01

Average Pace 6:00 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 20 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 823.37

Kms to do 1194.63




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