Well, the whole carb-depletion thing lasted a whole 48 hours. Having felt almost constantly hungry for that 48 hours, I woke up on Saturday morning feeling shakey, nauseated, and generally knackered. So I ate three slices of toast and marmalade and started to feel much better. Came to the conclusion that, as a skinny minny, I probably don't really have the reserves to try doing without carbs for long. Never mind.
Now I'm filling myself full of carbs and protein, loading up the muscles ready for the big day. Last night I had a little pootle out and about - and it was a lovely evening for a run, apart from a group of young chav lads on push bikes who insisted on constantly whizzing past me down the bypass, so I turned back and left them to it. Nice gentle 3.25miles overall. I might go out on Thursday - just a very gentle 1-2 miles to keep the legs ticking over - but otherwise, that's it.
I had a mad panic-24-hours from Sunday to Monday - akin to the kind of feeling I got before taking my MRCGP exams - but I think that may have been partly just feeling knackered. I was away at the weekend on a GP-update course, and the hotel room on the Saturday night wasn't exactly a restful environment as we seemed to be situated under the lift motor. Hey ho. After going out for my little run last night, I felt much better - something to do with the immensely relaxing feeling of a nice jog in lovely fresh Spring air, accompanied by the strains of "Something Inside So Strong" by Labbie Siffre.
I know that I can make it.
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