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| Rather lovely biscuits in the Horniman Museum cafe |
Day 252
Rest day. Cycle up to Sydenham Hill to see godmother in care home; a little wander around Horniman Museum Gardens; walk extensively on Christmas shopping/catching up with friend mission.
The countdown to Christmas. Christmas. The dogs days between Christmas and New Year. New Year's Day and that final blowout. As we all wince at New year New You headlines and handy hints about detox, the spring marathon runner prints off a training plan that suits and attaches it to the fridge door. Having it there may make you think twice about raiding the refrigerator for beer/wine/chocolate/cheese or whatever is your particular poison. The friend I met today was off work now until 5 January. As am I, having filed my last Christmas review this morning. We drank and were merry and it felt to me as if the slackening and feasting before the training proper had begun. Still, I will try to run most days and will attempt to keep alcohol intake on the moderate side, because it is scary how quickly fitness slides away when you succumb to total grand bouffe.
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