Janathon Day 6 – chocolate is my fuel of choice
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Yes, I eat therefore I run. It’s always been that way for me. Not necessarily running, but something aerobic. And I’ve never, ever, been on a diet.
When I was little I studied ballet (very, very, badly). As a teen it was swimming (until Jaws arrived at Sandown flea-pit: like many an Island-raised kid in the summer of ’76, I developed a phobia of the water that lasted right through the hottest summer on record) and in winter, school cross-country. I started yoga aged 12, when I gave up ballet, and have – pretty well – performed some asanas every day of my life since then. When I have a garden I spent most of my summer in it, and now I have an allotment, I spent most of my winter there, digging. I run, I walk the dog twice a day, I don’t drive when I can walk … does that make me sound like a sanctimonious health-freak? Probably. But I’m not.
I don’t know how people live without exercise. This blog is not called writing neuroses by accident. If I don’t get regular endorphin-inducing exercise I become miserable, faintly paranoid and deeply neurotic. The less exercise I get, the more narrow minded and unhappy I become. I don’t choose to run: I have to run if I want to be happy. If I get injured and can’t run, I have to do something else, exercise-wise, or sink into lethargy, despair and unhappiness. Five days is my limit – six days of inactivity begins my downward spiral.
I eat chocolate every day. My passion is cherries in alcohol: whether it’s those cheapie ones you get in a quid shop, the Elizabeth Shaw cherry brandy liqueurs that tend to have crystallised into brandy sugar, or my top two: Montezuma’s kirsch chocolate cherries and Hotel Chocolat’s kirsch cherries. I will do anything for a packet of either of those (but I haven’t written the post about running, endorphins and orgasm yet, so you’ll have to take my word for it, for now). Denied top-quality cocoa-based products, I settle for Toblerone (or anything by Lindt) then the Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference range. If it comes to the crunch, then crunch is what I take: Crunchie from the Texaco garage on the corner!
Oh yes, I ran today. 4.26 k in the driving rain, with a blood test to punctuate the distance at the mid-point. It was absolutely bloody glorious – I loved every minute of it. I got home soaked to the skin, insanely happy, and starving. Two mugs of tea and one bar of chocolate later I am still insanely happy. Happy enough, in fact, to shove up a soaking-wet, grinning-like-a-maniac, post-run picture of myself just to prove that the calories still haven’t caught me …