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I am back from Africa with all my limbs and some amazing stories to tell. Well not so much amazing, more like- I saw a bunch of animals doing animalish stuff. I dived with Great White Sharks. I went swimming 1.5m away from the edge of Victoria Falls. I caught one of the most elusive fish in Africa. I even went running… once!

Yep- in three weeks, I ran a total of 7.1km. Now this isn’t really my fault. Many of the camps I stayed in stated in the brochures that they had running tracks in the bush with guides or small gyms with a running machine and a yoga ball. But basically, none did. Only one camp had a gym and that was right at the beginning of my trip. So I merrily went for a jog and then said to myself “Ohhhhh don’t worry, all the other camps have gyms, take a few days off and enjoy your holiday”. 


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So according to my database I am now some 200km behind for 1000km-2000km and that would mean I am now around 400km behind in general. That’s like 9 marathons. Ouch! But although the number is growing, I will continue on. I said I would do this until I hit 3000km and so if it takes a little more than a year- so be it.

So yesterday, less than 24 hours after getting home from 22 hours of plane trips and airports, I headed out for a walk with my girlfriend then bounced up to the gym for a run, followed by a super quick power walk to the local kmart to buy a hammer. It was what I needed to get the cobwebs off. In the gym, where I ran 3km or so, I was quite surprised by the level of fitness I had retained. Sure I wasn’t breaking down speed records but for some reason I had it in my mind that I’d be puffing along like it was my first run. So I am pretty happy with that.

But the most surprising thing about the last few weeks was my weight. Let me lay out a standard day for you at the camps we went to.


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5:30-WAKE UP
 6:00- Eat small breakfast such as muffins, cereals or in some places bacon and eggs
 6:30-11:00- Safari
 11:00-12:00- Brunch which consisted definitely of bacon and eggs, meats, cheeses, breads, etc.
 12:00-4:00- Sleep/relax/massage
 4:00-4:30- High tea which was normally ice teas with cakes or muffins.
4:30-7:00- Safari
 7:00-8:00- Predinner drinks and snacks(ie spring rolls, curry puffs, finger foods etc)
 8:00-9:30- 3 course dinner!

LOOK AT THAT. So basically a day consisted of eating, sitting in a car, sleeping, and much more eating.

So when I got home I jumped on the scales nervous about what I might have blown out to weight wise. I expected a solid 3kg+ gain. I took a quick breath and jumped on the scales and peered down.

I SOMEHOW LOST ABOUT .5KG! WHAT THE F*CK!

How could I have eaten that much food and still lose weight. Sure I probably lost a little muscle mass which is heavier than fat etc etc. But come on! For the last week I had bacon and eggs TWICE A DAY! WITH SAUSAGES!!!

So, funnily enough, I am now only around 1kg away from my first primary weight loss goal. So, funnily enough, my trip has enthused me to run harder and further and keep kicking down the weight. God bless Africa and god bless Bacon and eggs.


 
 
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Day: 129
Time: 44 Minutes
Distance: 4.1 KM
Calories: 402

Day: 130
Time: 80 Minutes
Distance: 8.1KM
Calories: 796

In less than a week, I will be in Cape Town, South Africa. This trip, which originally was going to be a end-of-phd trip and is now just a ‘kinda close to finishing phd’ trip is going to be great. I need a break. A break from Sydney, a break from work and a break from the usual things that clog up my life.

I will also probably not run that much in the next few weeks. Now a few of the places I am going have treadmills etc so I will do a few runs but obviously no where near as many as I do around here. This could be good/bad. Good- because my body will have time to rebuild after a punishing few months. Bad- because I will come home to a massive deficit and also I may lose some of my fitness.

One thing I am tossing up is that one or two safari places I am staying have a run you can do which is outside the fences. That’s right, you get up and go for a run with a few of the local staff members, through the African bush. It scares the hell out of me. Why? Because I know someone I am travelling with will mention my running to the guides and suggest I do it with them. However, not only do I not want to be eaten by an animal. I also don’t want to run with the guides. NO I AM NOT RACIST. It’s just when I run, I run small distances and break them up with a walk. Ie Run 1km, walk 100m Run 1km. I have a feeling that they don’t do that. They probably run 5 or 10km and just smash it out. So the question is, do I give it a shot or do I go sit by a pool and have a beer while they go for their runs. Time will tell…