Trouble with kids

Just back from my run. I had planned for 40 minutes but only managed the 30. Way too muggy out there.
Funny thing happened though. Spotted some kids fucking about with one of those life rings by the side of the river. In my best "passive aggressive" tone I asked him to return it to the box thing, which he did. Then one of them chirped up with "Hey! You're Isaac's dad!" Turns out. Kids know me. I'm not sure that's a good thing. Especially after i'd threatened to push him in the river if I ever caught him mucking about with the life saving ring thing again.... oh well!

I rarely do it with the wife.

Earlier today I actually ran with my wife. We rarely run together because we usually end up in a petty squabble about pace or course.
I managed 3 miles before the wheels fell off. I'd I had not been with Abby, it would have been a lot less.
30 minutes today. Will try 40 minutes tomorrow. A bottle of sauvignon blanc may say different.

20 minutes until dinner #Day3

Headed out or a 20 minute out and back run to fill the minutes while Abby was cooking. Very warm out again but kept it steady for 2 miles. Still finding it tough.

Another day

Ran again this morning. Just a mile and a half to work. Felt pretty hard again. I'll be running home this afternoon at the end of my shift. I know my legs will be feeling it. But my working week is nearly done.
I hope I'm able to run 5k tomorrow before work. We'll see.

Where I was, where I am.

I recently tracked down my PB for 10k. Well not just the 10k but probably my best race performance ever.
The race was the Great East Run 10k at Bungay in 2010. I ran 47.30. What I remember specifically is that during this race, I was holding back. Waiting to attack in the last kilometre. But I was undone by a massive hill around a blind corner. I wasn't expecting it and my fuel tanks were blown.
Since then, I joined Ipswich Jaffa running club, took up cycling too, changed jobs 3 times and set up my catering business.... oh and gained 20lb!
In other words, life took over. I don't like it.
Last night I stepped on the scales and out of curiosity, I checked my visceral fat and all the other bollocks which the scales tell you. I even checked what my BMI is with one of those charts online (yes I know BMI is massively flawed, but as a reference marker it suits purpose )
The results, unsurprisingly, we're not good. I need to do something about this. I want to be fast I want to be fit. I need to lose my boobies. I don't wanna be one of those fat dads. I'm better than this.

So I got up this morning and ran. It hurt a lot. But I need to stick with it and stop eating badly. I'm not very good at practicing what I preach. But I know what I should be doing. I need to work on will power as much as I need to get fit etc. My battle is truly 80% mental.