A 14 Mile Run Through A Thunderstorm On A Very Wet Sunday.
Well I’m only back an hour or two from my final run of the week and it went quite well.
I completed 14 miles in 2:13 which is quicker than I’d set out to run.
I’d started off at a very easy 10:30 minute mile and tried to relax my way into the run as I wasn’t really feeling inspired today.
The reason for my change of pace was due to a thunderstorm that I could hear in the distance that was moving towards where I was running.
The skies all around me where becoming darker and I cringed at mental images of suffering a lightning bolt to the ballsack.
I just kept running though. The rain at one point was torrential and I tried to ignore it as much as possible. If you let the weather drag you into a bad mood then you’ll give up quickly.
It’s better to try to accept the shittiness knowing that it will all soon pass.
I’ve wasted so much energy in the past swearing at the fucking sky for having the audacity to rain but that’s just what skies do sometimes. You can only deal with it in the best way that you can.
The best option is to just keep on running through it.
This is only true if there isn’t a supercell storm brewing above. Those fuckers will rip you a new asshole without saying please or thank you. Your only option is to seek shelter immediately before you’re left picking hail out of your piss hole for the next century.
Today’s 14 mile run now means that I’ve ran over 40 miles for two weeks in a row.
I’ve noticed that running becomes so much easier if I remain consistently above that level.
It’s easier for me to stay above 40 miles each week than it is to begin again and work my way up to where I was before.
I know that I have to keep increasing my mileage whilst looking after my body a lite better but I think I’m getting there!.