I could just leave it there to be honest. Today’s training was a badminton match. It was against an Aer Lingus team, and we lost. Again. And worse, I played horrifically badly. Like awful. Each match I play a mens doubles and a mixed doubles. Both matches went to three sets, and in both, I threw away about 10-15 cheap points just be hitting my serve out or missing an easy shot or anything.

4 hours sitting around in a cold hall in Rathmines, for 20 minutes of me playing rubbish and getting no proper exercise because I didn’t play well enough to give anyone a decent game.

To be honest, it was still exercise, it still counts, and I could actually have taken the day off having done 3 days good training Monday to Wendesday. BUT I caved on the diet. It completely fell apart. I got some bad news, and I just fell apart and comfort ate the hell out of it! I mean, I know how hard it has been to shed 6lbs. It has taken me the guts of 8 weeks to shift them, and I’m not kidding when I say I ate enough to put back on 3 or 4 of those in one day. I had 3 or 4 packets of crisps, a big bag of jellies, a couple of bars of chocolate and a few other bits and pieces, and I didn’t have proper lunch or dinner…It’s the undoing of me it really is. When I get down, I start eating junk food at a rate that is truly shocking, and I don’t even feel any better after it because I feel down that I’ve taken a step backwards.

Safe to say that today wasn’t a good day. In fact, of the 30, it was the worse one I’ve have. Even the 1st day where I just ate custard creams was probably better for my marathon training than today.

Disaster…..

Eat Eat Eat....Good training.....not