Friday night I went out for dinner with mah fren. I had ribs, yam fries, a polenta thing, wine and an awesome brownie a la mode.
No regrets, ALL GOOD.
Sleep was bad because my cramps kicked my ass. Went out for breakfast, I had an omelette, sweet potato/white potato hash and toast. Ok, I fucking love toast and I miss it. Toast with butter is the fucking BOMB. And you know what, I feel fine. I'm not gassy and I had plenty of energy for my 6.9km run. I could have done a whole 7 or even 7.5 but the route I mapped ended up at just under 7km. I'm ok with it. Tomorrow it's an 8km.