Last night’s yoga class was one of those where I lose what little spatial awareness I have and I end up being rendered unable to differentiate between left or right, foot or knee. Chaotic would best describe my style last night. Well until it we did the relaxation at the end where ‘asleep’ would best describe it. Not only did I manage to drop off during the relaxation, but also in the few minutes we spend wriggling our extremities in an attempt to gently return our consciousness to the room. Ah well.
This all lead me to suspect that an early run would be challenging to say the least. I was right. However, I did manage to drag myself out of bed before six (just) and clattered out some Audiofuel intervals before returning home and narrowly avoiding a major porridge disaster (excess milk leading to a near miss porridge volcano).
I accompanied my porridge with last weekend’s Observer Food Monthly which veered from ‘what do Olympic athletes eat’ to ‘what happens if I live off only food advertised on the telly for a month’. The first did that thing of wide-eyed amazement that athletes eat, whisper it, actual food (albeit in bizarre quantities/timings) and most of the athletes concluded that if they eat the wrong stuff, their performance is affected. The second article continued was similar ground breaking research – food manufacturers advertise processed food and if you just eat processed food for a month, you start to feel a bit ropey. Who’d have thunk?
Both articles feature pizza. Nutritionist John Briffa was predictably horrified at the concept, talking “of compounds called gluteomorphins in the wheaty dough and casomorphins in the cheese, both of which “basically have a drug-like effect on the brain”. I suspect that he doesn’t mean that in a good way. However, I intend to take the advice of hurdler Dai Greene who recalls “after I won, the first thing I did was order pizza – now that’s the food of champions!”