I ate chocolate.

Hello, Internet.

I ate chocolate yesterday. A big chunk of hazelnut flavoured chocolate. Dear me, it was good.

Now, I had (up to that point) eaten a decent lunch. And I'd just been on a run! A rather terrible one, though. I jogged a solid first mile (just over nine minutes) but the walking breaks ruled after that. I wasn't terribly surprised. It was my first time running two days in a row in quite some time so I wasn't expecting much and I didn't want to push. That's an easy way to get injured.

And I had chocolate. Damn it. Don't get me wrong; I'll never give up on chocolate. Saner amounts would help though.

For the rest of the day, I did reasonably well. I had a very light dinner and there was some walking involved. The walking brought to my local gaming store, where I engaged in highly nerdy activities and discovered that a friend was also back to running. He seems to be at a similar level to myself (if a little further along) and it's nice to talk to someone who enjoys running but isn't yet at the "I ran eight miles today, I don't know what was wrong with me. I must be tired" phase.

Not sure if I'll ever get there, but that's the long (read: LONG) term goal. Right now I'd settle for comfortable jogging. We're meeting friends for ice cream on Sunday. Something to work towards!

Two miles run without a walking break, I'm coming for you.