32? 24? 60?

What the hell are these blogs for anyway? Things have to have a purpose. So, in the spirit of that, perhaps it would be of use as a diry of my training for the various charity events I've signed up for this year. So far, these are:

14th May - Thames Bridge Bike Ride for the Stroke Association. 32 miles along the Thames. Done it before, not too difficult.

20th/21st May - 24 Peacks Challenge for the Seafarer's Association. Walking 24 mountains in 24 hours in the Lake District. MAJOR CHALLENGE. I really shouldn't underestimate this one, and I am just not fit for it at the moment.

?? June or July, cant remember: London to Brighton Bike Ride for the British Heart Foundation. Done it before. Last year's event was done in 32 degree heat, the bloody roads were melting. Nearly lost my marbles, but it was an ACE feeling to finish off. Wanna do that one again despite my near lunacy!

So, the problems. I AM UNFIT. I've not picked up the bike sonce July last year - didn't even ewant to look at it after the London to Brighton.

This REALLY needs to change. I've got a gym membership that I barely use, despite it being far easier and simpler than the last one (and cheaper!).


Next problem: I AM OVERWEIGHT. Or rather, I've got too much fat and too little muscle. My BMI currently stands at (6'5" and 208lb) 24.7, which is just inside the happy zone of 'Normal' weight. But I don't feel that way. Naturally, it would be better to have less unsprung weight to carry around with me when i do these things.

Why do I feel overweight? BECAUSE I EAT TOO MUCH CRAP FOOD, dammit. Take today as an example:

Breakfast: Bowl of Bran Flakes, Yoghurt

Lunch: Ham & Cheese Croissant, Chicken & Sweetcorn Mayo roll, packet of crisps

Lunch2: Ham & Cheese slice, Pork Pie, Packet of crisps, chocolate flapjack

Dinner: Chicken curry & a baked potato, Blueberry muffin

and I've still got a Yorkie in my bag waiting to be eaten! All this processed food can't be doing my mental health any good either.

Thus I make a pledge to this blog and those who read it: From now on I'm going to stop eating shit. More happy foods. I'm told Bananas make one happy. No harm in exchanging one for a chocolate bar, then.

Thats it. I'm going to record my thoughts here for all to see. I'm going to keep track of my weight and BMI once a week for all to see. And thus, maybe, just maybe, I'll stand a chance of not killing myself in the summer.

Peace out

Dan