Ice Baths and Squatters

Miles building week by week now.  Relieved to have a bit of a thaw today as the novelty of snow and ice has long gone.    My weight has  come down a little and my body fat was less than 20% this morning.  Great thing is I can still stuff my face because I've burnt off 2000+ calories running today.   Having said that I find I don't want the rubbish now or as much red meat  or alcohol.  Started liking green tea. What have I become?

I have my limits though.   Training and running a marathon is a big commitment and at times involves significant discomfort and even pain.    I will not however ever succumb to ice baths or even cold showers.  Tried getting into a cold bath (no ice) a few months ago and  got my feet in, but it was unbearable.  It hurt. It was horrid.  I couldn't even manage a minute.  Cold showers may be less severe but, let's be honest, are still exceedingly unpleasant.   Andy Murray is welcome to them.

Geese have gone into hiding.  Saw a couple of Canada Geese (Canadian geese?) shacked up with a few ducks, swans and a coot at Foss Islands, but the usual gaggle (are they Greylag Geese?) are nowhere to be seen.  I suspect they have a network of underground tunnels and bunkers with full mod cons under the banks of the Ouse to which they have retreated.  Either that or someone is in for a surprise when they get back from the Canaries tonight and find a few dozen geese squatting in their flat.