The power of the chocolate iced doughnut
11:28pm, 26th Jun 2022 | 6 Comments
Blog by 57.5 Degrees of Pain
| More by this blogger
| More bloggers
My parkrun is usually combined with the weekly shop in one of the seething metropolises that are Elgin and Inverness. So when I pass the bakery section it seems a shame not to reward the 5k with something from the doughnut selection.
With 26.5 miles of the challenging Lairig Ghru race today it would have been unthinkable not to carb load after even a gentle parkrun outing so post parkrun breakfast was two chocolate iced examples.
In the afternoon we went to a leaving party for my wife's colleague in a great setting on the Black Isle.
My wife did the drinking, I did the eating, and what should appear for desert but a fine range of iced doughnuts... don't mind if I do.
Fast forward to early this morning, and the last of the Tesco doughnuts is discovered in need of a good home, what better pre-race food?
The race itself is tough and low key, but after some hard trail running over rough terrain the finish on a quiet Aviemore back road is nicely set up with a shelter under which a fine array of cakes are nestling (there might have been fruit but it was not my priority). And what should be sitting just looking at me but a box of, you guessed it, more chocolatey doughnut goodness. Thereby completing some sort of (sweet baked) circle of life.
With 26.5 miles of the challenging Lairig Ghru race today it would have been unthinkable not to carb load after even a gentle parkrun outing so post parkrun breakfast was two chocolate iced examples.
In the afternoon we went to a leaving party for my wife's colleague in a great setting on the Black Isle.
My wife did the drinking, I did the eating, and what should appear for desert but a fine range of iced doughnuts... don't mind if I do.
Fast forward to early this morning, and the last of the Tesco doughnuts is discovered in need of a good home, what better pre-race food?
The race itself is tough and low key, but after some hard trail running over rough terrain the finish on a quiet Aviemore back road is nicely set up with a shelter under which a fine array of cakes are nestling (there might have been fruit but it was not my priority). And what should be sitting just looking at me but a box of, you guessed it, more chocolatey doughnut goodness. Thereby completing some sort of (sweet baked) circle of life.
Got something to say?
To see the comments on this blog, or to add a comment yourself, you need to either sign in or register as a user.