I seem to be heading in two different directions at the moment. Yesterday I went back to the gym after a few days off because of a bit of a seasonal cold. And today I went for a brisk ride around one of my regular loops - 20 miles at 17mph - but then strode straight into the pub with my wife for a pint of Harvey's and a cheeseburger lunch.
After a few hours' digestion time I tucked away the best part of a bag of Marks & Spencer Belgian chocolate covered peanuts, which left me feeling slightly nauseous, although not quite nauseous enough to put me off the prospect of a celebratory bottle of beer in a little while to mark the end of the week - probably accompanied by a few fistfuls of peanuts - and a couple of glasses of wine with my supper later on. I can feel my liver shrivelling at the very prospect...
Try as I might (and to be honest I haven't tried very hard) I've always found it impossible to control the consumption lust that hits at this time of year. I'll lurch from one rich meal to the next between now and the new year, pausing only to drink more booze than is good for me and momentarily reflect on how much nicer it might be to wake up not feeling hungover and slightly toxic (that sounds a bit like Sandy Toksvig doesn't it? Let's leave her out of this). But that never derails me for so much as a moment.
A few years I used to worry about this seasonal loss of control but I don't any more, both because the excesses aren't quite so excessive these days and I generally lay off the booze altogether in January - so that's alright then! Just as well the training proper doesn't start until 1 January.
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