Another week of trying to stay meat free. It’s also peak Christmas party week so keeping honest with three heavy(ish) nights is a challenge.
Work and life commitments meant mileage is well down again but pint consumption is high enough for someone to arrange an intervention.
3 mile run with dog before work. Kept it gentle.
Then dash over to Northampton for site works. Lack of prep (again) means skipped breakfast. I did manage to plan lunch better though and had cheese mayo rolls, apple and banana with some nuts.
Back home and have some leftover falafel pesto pasta I made up and froze previously then head out for a meeting.
I was lucky enough to be one of two runners picked for a local competition to be a sponsored athlete with coaching by Clean Coach Katie, sports massage by Rudi at The Treatment Lab, and a gait analysis and trainers by Dionne at Up & Running Milton Keynes. I know Katie from local races, Rudi managed to fix my knee for Chicago when I could barely walk three weeks before, and Dionne hosted the book launch party at the old Up & Running store (now moved to fancy new premises over the road) so I’m not as nervous as I would normally be. I also met the other athlete Anastasia, who’s targeting Manchester marathon so has a training plan starting immediately. As I’m running London I have a few weeks grace before mine starts so can concentrate on taste testing mince pies and festive food.
Once back home I was peckish so went peanut butter on wholemeal bagel.
Granola breakfast and coffee.
Grab a banana and chocolate croissant on way to site. I’d planned to pop to the café next door for lunch but after a lot of site issues we don’t have time. I survive on mince pies until home time. Just about. Before going out for 6m40s paced run session I’m fully rungry so make a cheese sandwich which I regret for the entire run. It’s blowing a gale, I can feel the sandwich in my stomach and my pace sucks. 4 very slow miles. The post run photo is everyone else looking for me….
Being Christmas it’s the first of the festivities so the run group meet at the pub for dinner and drinks. The Ship Ashore in Willen has a gas issue it transpires, can’t cook much, and of the half dozen options left on the menu they can do, it’s only the veggie burger that’s suitable. It’s good though and washed down with beer whilst we chat rubbish.
After failing to get out of bed last week I drag myself for the 9 mile run at 5am. It’s cold and dark. Builders have left a digger blocking the way and we have to clamber around and through bushes but I manage a respectable overall pace then hit the road for a long drive to Stoke and back (just by Alton Towers but sadly no time for a quick go on Nemesis).
I stop on route and can only fine McDonalds so go for the Egg McMuffin with cheese and large coffee.
The journey back is plagued with traffic, accidents and I end up at two service stations to make conference calls. I give in to the smell at one and buy some chips for lunch as the noodle place has no veggie option.
Still with the noodles in my head, once home I knock up beef and veggie noodles for the kids, and a tofu version for me. Stir Fry is a pretty easy way of switching in and out the meat and hiding some veggies.
Then wife and I pop to the Core Class put on by Clean Coach Katie. My first go and I manage to not die or get thrown out but I’m again reminded how inflexible I am. One exercise starts laying on your back with legs in the air at 90 degrees. You then attempt to reach as far up your straight legs as you can, ideally touching your toes. I can’t even get my legs to go straight up. There isn’t enough ligament for that to happen so I resort to bent legs and rubbing my knees like a dirty old man.
3 miles with dog before work then grab the train to Manchester for work conference. Just time for a takeaway omelette on way.
The venue was a hotel in city centre so I expected lunch to go well. I was wrong. Everything had meat. Even the potato salad had bacon. FFS. So I had to beg the waitress for some bread and demolished the cheese board with some limp lettuce salad and grapes. Pretty poor show for a large hotel catering to conferences.
Dinner was a team meal out and a novel take on Christmas dinner, done as a fondue, so a tray of stuff to dip into a burning pot of gravy. Meat for the murderers whilst us social outcasts were down one end with veg sausages, spuds, cauliflower, waffle, other nameless veg, stuffing, chickpea balls. Really tasty and evidence you don’t need meat if the chef actually has a clue. Dessert is same but with fruit and chocolate sauce.
We then went out for a few beers. Ended up at 4am in Burger King which was a test of my resolve as drunk Mark is even more partial to meat than sober Mark. Managed to stick to onion rings and chips as everything else was meat.
Woke up a little jaded so missed a morning run. Wolfed down a breakfast from hotel and ran for train. The speed of breakfast was made easier by lack of choice. No veggie sausages or much for the meat dodgers so basically beans and a fried egg. If you were Vegan you’d just have beans and disappointment. Beginning to think the hotel manager has something against vegetarians.
A little delicate for lunch so a medicinal bag of salty crisps and then a mushroom and veggie stroganoff for dinner made by the wife with beef or tofu options.
9 mile run in woods. Was really enjoying it until Chris went past and advised us to pick our feet up on the downhill and go for it. I was just about to remind him I have a recent history of falling over in the woods when I fell over in the woods. Hard. I’m told the noise I made was very loud as I found the one section of the whole 9 miles that wasn’t inches deep in mud. I scraped hands and legs pretty badly but soldiered on. Later attempts to wind up Chris with staged photos were met with limited enthusiasm. Spoilsport.
After the run I dashed straight to boys footie so just a rain soaked cereal bar breakfast.
I was holding off for a slap up lunch, and we went to the local Black Horse Pub with my mum. With a crisis of indecision I continued my exhaustive survey of veggie burgers of the world then brownie for dessert.
The evening was the Lakeside Runners Xmas do, with a big buffet at the Brewhouse & Kitchen. My third night of liver abuse in a week. My comedy arm sling did elicit some brief sympathy but slowed down my drinking. The buffet was decent but unlabelled so I worked my way down and annoyed people by insisting they eat a sample from each dish to check for meat, like some taste tester to royalty. After exhaustive checks I confirmed the beer had no meant in it either but figured have many more pints to make sure.
Oddly enough a little too jaded for the morning run so instead spent it decorating cake with the daughter for cousins birthday party. Didn’t come out too bad considering I’m an engineer, didn’t know what I was doing and was attempting to make a bear into a panda.
Quick fried egg buttie for breakfast then out to the party to help decorate and then eat all the veggie sandwiches, veg sticks, chips and dip. I had what I thought was houmous dip at one point but was likely taramasalata so accidentally ate my first fish in 7 weeks. Apparently being colour blind is a bit of a hindrance when developing a self-imposed eating issue.