Running on cake

Am I the only person on the planet that had not heard of Oscar Pistorius until a couple of weeks ago? I could now answer 20 questions on the criminal history of his family up to and including his 2nd cousins twice removed. Yes, yes, I know I am supposed to be writing a blog about running here, but please don't look to me for any information about 'runners' or sports people in general. I am not very sporty at all.

But I did have the most fantastic run today after a difficult weekend. I finally added a lap to my repertoire. I had plateaued at 25 for a while and today I managed 26! Double hurrah! I think I set a new record for consumption of cake yesterday, so I was expecting a 'lumpy' run.

I eat cake by stealth. You know where you slice some for the children and then take a half sized piece for yourself? Followed by the other half? Followed by another half an inch? Followed by another and then another. And then all of a sudden you seem to have eaten 180 degrees of cake? And instead of being sugar-filled and happy, you become guilty and remorseful? And all that guilt fuels the need for more cake, chocolate, biscuits and any other fat and sugar filled confection? Welcome to my world...

Today, I put the guilt behind me. I ran away from it. Literally. I embraced my slim, self-controlled, salad-loving inner goddess. But that fat, lazy slob that cohabits with her is just so much easier to be...