day twenty four.

running in coulsdon is never particularly fun what with the chavs in bushes and endless supply of horse shit, and especially compared with the jog in bournemouth. but yaaaaay that was fun. i made it round without thinking "okay this is getting boring now" and didn't even feel destroyed at the bottom of the massive hill i live on. combined with my successful albeit boring day of reversing the derailment of my diet, i'm back on track. why do i still look like a lidl bag full of that jelly shit you find inside a pork pie? sigh. megan and i are going on a gay cruise at the end of the projected first length of this regime so i better be in tip top shape for all the grinding.