A 10 Mile Run On A Lovely Summer’s Evening. Plus Some Tips On How To Run After Work.
I decided to go for a run after work today despite still having an awkward stomach a week after my holiday had ended.
If I were a betting man I’d have put the odds of me shitting myself at about 5-1. An outside shot, yes, but I don’t like gambling when the stakes are brown (especially now that I’m wearing shorts and not my long waterproof trousers these days.)
A run along the Lagan towpath
The run took in much of the Lagan towpath that winds its way through countryside south of Belfast. It’s a beautiful path especially when the weather is fine. I had the good fortune to catch some sun.
The first bit of the jog was marred by a fellow runner who was with his dog. He kept screaming at the poor thing for not staying by his heel.
We kept overtaking one another and the dog didn’t know what the fuck was going on. You see, they don’t have jogging in the dog world. They just see it’s owner being overtaken by other weird fuckers in garish shorts and think the apocalypse is imminent.
Friendly dog, bad owner.
Fortunately the hound wasn’t causing any trouble. He came up to me just the once, sniffed my leg and went away with a start that suggested ‘Don’t really like the smell of you my friend. Off to find better sniffs.’
After that, the rest of the run was perfect. I ran past my old flat where I lived when I was 280lbs and was waiting for my old-self to drag himself around the corner in search of a bottle of Southern comfort and a kebab.
If he came out I was ready to grapple him down to the ground and slap some fucking sense into him.
Given that I have terrible eyesight and a track record for accusing absolute strangers of being me, I probably would have tackled an obese 40 year old spinster to the ground in error.
Finishing strong and nearly running into a telephone box.
I had an awkward encounter at the very end of a run where a security guard approached me with a serious expression on his face. I was worried that my genitals were popping out of the sides of my new shorts and that I was in for a rollocking.
It turned out he was pointed out that my lace was untied.
Sweet relief, now leave me alone!
I thanked him for pointing it out but he seemed offended that I didn’t stop to tie my lace. It was nothing personal, I just don’t stop to tie my lace. I’d rather just wait until I’m finished.
He came back at me again with a “You’re gonna trip if you don’t tie it”.
It was getting annoying at this point so I decided it was best to just say a “ehhhh thanks again” and bolt off.
I wasn’t looking where I was running and nearly ran straight into a fucking telephone box on Botanic Avenue.
I think this is God’s revenge for me laughing at the poor guy who ran into the rubbish bin on Monday night.
Anyway, 10 miles in 97 minutes. Job done. Now for a few tips on running after work. If you want proper advice on this issue, visit Running To Work. It’s got everything you need if you’re wanting to commute to and from work.
4 tips on running after work
- Sort out your running gear the night before and bring it with you in a bag. If you rush in the morning like I do then you’ll forget something and will bail out of running.
- Have some caffeine in mid afternoon. I usually have a can of Rockstar at about 3pm if I’m running, as I hate coffee. Be careful to not drink too much caffeine before you go out otherwise you might give yourself the shits.
- If you can run from work to your transport home then do that instead of waiting to get into your house. There have been so many times where I’ve opted out of a jog just because I seem to feel extra tired on the train.
- Only take the items that are essential with you on the run. I carry my smartphone, credit cards, train pass and cash in my Tunebelt and it’s perfect for it. In the past I’d run with a rucksack but I always experienced chaffing or some discomfort.