800 Days of a Run Streak
Hey cunts
So I’m not doing the Camino at the moment. Why? Well it’s about minus 8C in Northern Spain and I only have shorts and t-shirt. I don’t have a death wish anymore and I’ve no interest in getting myself into silly predicaments for your lols anymore so fuck you.
I’m in Portugal. I ran 200 miles last month. I had the plan of running across Portugal with my backpack and that was going OK until the other night when I ate some tainted sausages and started projectile vomiting everywhere. And shitting. It is difficult to prioritise which hole gets to talk into the toilet seat. Usually the backend but the stuff coming out of my head was as equally as foul.
For the past few nights I’ve been in Quarteira. Relaxing. Bored mostly. My stomach is still wrong. I’m running over to Albufeira on Saturday.
Hoping for 200 miles this month. Would be great to get some consistency back. I’m hoping I’ve turned a corner in my post summer burnout. Last night I passed 800 days on my run streak. Happy days.
Think I’ve lost a bit of weight too but I don’t think tainted sausages is a good way to go about it.
As always, love the update! 🙂 I’m 9 months sober and always love to check back in and see awesome people like you successful in sobriety. Hope the sausages leave you alone soon.
Oi – you dead or sumthin cunt?