Digging big holes

Well the run happened but it was a real struggle today. I can't decide if it's because I did two quite hard runs on Friday and Saturday and I'm still feeling after effects, whether a vague underlying feeling that I'm getting another cold is actually true, or whether it's because it was in the morning, as opposed to my last two runs which were both late afternoon/evening jaunts.

I am driving back home (alone) tomorrow (Tuesday) and planning on stopping at the gym on the way for a heavy workout followed by some serious steam/sauna/jacuzzi action and then home for a weigh-in. A weigh-in that I'm fully expecting to be no movement vs last week. I don't feel it can possibly be justified that I've lost weight in a week where I've been to Burger King, out for chicken and chips, eaten toast, sandwiches, my particular nemesis - cheese, and indulged in a few, rather small, chocolate eggs. I don't think I've exactly been a hedonist, but will be shocked if there is any weight loss at all. Back to normal tomorrow...

Apart from that I dug a huge hole in the beach - big enough for me to disappear below ground level, and trust me, that's pretty big. It's amazing how digging in the sand never ceases to be such a pleasure for the male members of the human race, regardless of age. The mooselets got bored fairly quickly and went off to play football with their grandfather, occassionally popping back to be measured standing in the hole to see how deep it was. When it came to the eldest's head height, we got the call to join the females for a cream tea. Oh yes, I forgot to put a cream tea in the list above! An hour's careful and meticulous digging was reinstated to flat beach within minutes.

But the cream tea was worth it.