...and I'm still 15 stones 2lbs, despite a concerted drinking effort etc since I last weighed myself. Actually, I haven;t been drinking a great deal. Much less frequently, too. Most evenings I am in bed by 9:15, and awake bright and early for a run or a long dog walk, or both. Most days, I cover around 9-10 miles before breakfast; four running, the rest walking hills with the dogs.
Dogs, plural - we are now dogsitting Darcy, a beautiful Wisla cross boy, for the next couple of years. His owners are in Dubai, so we decided amongst us that he would have a much better quality of life here in Shropshire than in sunny Dubai, and he and Millie get on well, so it's win-win.
Anyway, I'm really pleased that my weight is consistent. I also just changed my running routine, so two runs a week are now much faster. So it'll be two easy runs (four miles each), two faster runs (one two miles, one three miles) and one long run (probably just six miles, but adding a mile a week to it) for a total, when I'm ready (I'm building the mileage slowly, it helps to avoid injury!) of 19 miles a week as a base to build on. By the time London comes around next April, I will be running 40-50 miles a week.
I shall look like a racing snake.
In other news, I have stomach muscles. You can't see them yet, but you can feel them. A nice by-product of the exercises I do to keep my arse strong.
Oh, and I'm now getting paid to write about running, so there's absolutely no excuse not to immerse myself in it now... Racing Snakesville, here I come.