I have gotten fitter lately. And I have the times to show for it. Today was supposed to be recovery and I wasnt pushing myself at all. I ache to run by the water again - its where I feel the most at home - but its ok and temporary. I managed 12 kms in under an hour on my grass patch. Followed by 60 seconds of wall sits - I so should be doing atleast 90 seconds and I just might squeeze another minute or so at some point.

I have noticed that since my training has stepped up, there has been an unforseen complication. You see, the beast in my stomach has been awakened. It has to be fed all the time and it throws a fit when it doesnt get what it wants. Not the hollow, dainty bubbling tummy gurgle that would leave a girl giggling. I am talking rip-roaring stomach twisting rawwrrr temper tantrum that can be confused with a wild animal, or a mack truck. Or so I've been told. Watch out if the beast gets hungry in say, a seminar, lecture theatre or meeting. In such cases, its usually recommendable to look around aghast after the episode passes, as if you want to know who did it.

I speak from experience!