80km Rest Week Or Am I Just A Lazy Bastard?
I ran tonight. 8.6km. After 4x100km weeks my body was a little beat up so I opted for an easier week.
Part of me thinks, “well you earned your rest boy!”
The other part thinks “you’re a lazy fucking cunt and all you wanna do is sit around and wank! Ultra marathoner my tit hole!”.
To remain healthy, I’m gonna agree with the first one.
I am not a healthy person really.
It’s always one extreme or another with me. Either I’m not running at all or I’m aiming for 100km weeks. Either I’m full on binge drinking alcoholic or a day at a time abstinent warrior.
I’ve never seen the point in having an occasional run or an occasional beer though.
That’s just who I am.
I can’t shut my mind off and sometimes I want to use a coat hanger as a cotton bud and give myself a lobotomy so I can hear the whales in heaven sing their song to Jaws, Moby Dick or whatever God is or is not up there.
For all you know God In Heaven could be Paul the Octopus and by visiting your yuppie fucking sushi restaurant you could be complicit in murdering his disciples.