IRON MARCH

[tunster]

So far so good

[JaRok2300]

I’ve completely written this week off, barely left the house as been looking after Mrs J following her op.
Setting up transition for club race tomorrow morning when would normally be club run.
Club swim cancelled tomorrow afternoon due to gala.
Marshalling at club race Sunday morning when would normally bike.
Let’s see what next week brings

[Annas]

I’m 2 for 3. Didn’t do any sport yesterday, ate lots of chocolate and lost over half a kilo I had a lot of water retention from the weekend (altitude and inflammation will do that for me), so I presume I don’t anymore.

[Poet]

#MeToo

Finally decided to be sensible and try and shake my cough.

Still aiming on parkrun tomorrow like.

[Hammerer]

day 3 , custard doughnut down already before 12!

[fruit_thief]

I feel like some are entering more into the spirit of this than others

So far I have swum 3 out of 3 days, biked 2, and run 2. And not knowingly been within a mile of an alcoholic drink. So that’s got to be at least a “B+” I reckon?

However, did discover & polish off most of a jar of caramel spread that Mrs FT had hidden behind a big bag of crisps - she thought it was safe because I don’t like crisps- little did she know the sugar detector works from 100 yards and can see through walls. And am currently baking a ginger cake. OK, lets go with a “C-” for eating,

edit: now 3 runs, and here’s what’s left of the cake:

[joex]

@Hammerer

custard doughnut

Wait are cakes out? That’s just silly!

Day 3 trained didn’t drink alcohol

[Doonhamer]

@fruit_thief

…and here’s what’s left of the cake:

You’re signature Dorset Apple Cake?

[fruit_thief]

Sort of, but with ginger and no Dorset

[Bob]

2 run
1 bike
2 swims

No cake or beer but did have a very nice bacon and brie panini for lunch today

Edit: And another run in the legs…

[GRamsay]

Drank every day, done no training other than walking, had a vanilla cup cake from Mrs Macs Cake Shop, and an Easter egg last night.

Am I doing this right?

[mw22]

@GRamsay

Am I doing this right?

I think you need the “Happy March” thread

[joex]

Whatever you’re doing/not doing, as long as you do/don’t do it everyday in March it’s “Iron”.

Ironwank might not accumulate the most kudos though.

[Hammerer]

2 custard doughnuts, a hot cross bun and 2 foxs chocolate cookies. Carbo loading for a 4k walk tonight

[jeffb]

@fruit_thief

what are we going to have to do by June, eradicate poverty and secure world peace?

Swim with sharks

[Adam]

I’ve sunk six pints of Guinness tonight. Totally earned after my 5km jog earlier

[joex]

I want beer, but it’s impossible
A man like me, so irresponsible
A man like me is dead in places
Other drinkers feel liberated

And I can’t drink, shot full of holes
Don’t feel nothing, I just feel cold
Don’t feel nothing, just old scars
Toughening up around my liver

But I want beer, just a different kind
I want beer, won’t break me down
Won’t brick me up, won’t fence me in
I want a beer that don’t mean a thing
That’s the beer I want, I want beer

Day 5 trained didn’t drink alcohol

[fruit_thief]

haha

It’s a local law
that drinking’s wrong
but the scent of it lingers
And temptation’s strong

Inside the boundary
Of this desert land
The police come calling
If there’s pints in your hand

Cold cold beer
Outlawed by U(AE)
Some things taste better, baby
Just passing through (the mouth)

But there’s no San Miguel
Just a cup of shai
It helps your liver
In a separate world
But it’s not San Miguel
No San Miguel
It’s not San Miguel at all.

[Poet]

Oh, I see how it is
Here’s my summary of March thus far;

When laziness doth seize me tight,
And exercise seems but a blight,
I lounge upon the couch with might,
And revel in my slothful right.

The treadmill waits with silent scorn,
As I refuse to break a sweat forlorn,
No weights, no runs, no reps adorn,
This month of rest, from fitness shorn.

Oh, my muscles don’t ache with fear,
I just let my fitness disappear,
But rest is dear, and sloth is nice,
So let me sit and savour gin with ice

OR

No exercise for me this month,
I’ll drink my beer, smoke my blunt,
let my limbs grow weak and gaunt,
Whilst laziness takes a hard won punt.

The gym awaits with bated breath,
But I’ll not go, oh, what a death,
To run or lift, or gasp for breath,
I’ll take my ease, enjoy my wealth.

Oh, let me be, my aching form,
And shun the treadmill’s cruel storm,
For rest and ease, my heart doth pout,
And to the couch, catching gout.

[Annas]

Yeh well, I’m not writing poetry, I’m 5/6 on sport and I’m still eating chocolate