I have a collage on the wall of my room, that I have filled with messages to myself. One of them says: I think I’ve become addicted to exercise. I feel virtuous, and clean, and utterly focused – like a fasting saint, as Charlotte Sinclair put it. That’s exactly how it works!
I just came back from the gym. There is no such thing as a 5-kilometer run before breakfast. Not because it’s particularly comfortable, but because of how much you appreciate breakfast after keeping the heart rate at almost 190 for half an hour. It’s interesting how food tastes so much better when you really need it.
This is my breakfast today. Look at the giraffe-banana!