Okay, so
maybe ‘elite’ was a stretch- I got a stitch climbing the stairs to the toilet
this morning. And perhaps ‘secret’ is slightly overegging the pudding- after
all, I’m blogging it for all to see. But still, fish fingers. Who knew?
When I set
off for my run last night, I honestly felt like I had a food baby in my tummy.
Apparently, two fish finger sandwiches with mayo will do that to you. But when
I was still enthusiastic at mile 4, I started to think that there might have
been some magic in Captain Birdseye’s best. When, at mile 5, I wasn’t bent double
and heaving into a bush, I had my eureka moment. Eureka! Fish fingers are magic.
Now I might
not be a nutritionist but I am extremely interested in diet. In fact, I usually
class myself as a whole-food plant-based eater but, with it being February, and
cold, and raining, I decided that a little treat was in order. And I’m so glad
that I did.
So now know what I’ll be having prior to running my
half marathon in May- fish finger sandwiches for breakfast anyone?
