A 14 Mile Run To Cap Off A Bad Week For Running
Well from tonight I’m back in Greenwich. My spell in South East London is thankfully over.
I haven’t been doing enough training recently. Life has been stressful and I haven’t been coping well with it all.
And I haven’t been coping well with not coping well.
I regret letting ponggate in Sydenham derail my training in April. I should have left after a week and found somewhere more appropriate. The truth is that I didn’t want to run in case I offended them.
Cocks are sometimes gonna be offended.
I was far too fucking polite with them. They took my duvet from me 3 nights before I was due to leave as they had to ‘prepare it for the next guest.’. This meant that I had to sleep with only a duvet cover and nothing else.
That takes us back to this week and tonight. I hadn’t completed a single mile until earlier. I wasn’t in the mood to run for a large part of the day as I’d figured I’d already failed myself with this ‘new me in 2014’ shit.
It’s still 2014 and I don’t feel any different. I don’t look any different. I’m still 209lbs. I feel like I’ve failed myself.
Anyway the good news is that I completed 14 miles tonight and enjoyed the run for the first time in ages. I ran to Tower Bridge and back. It was fun up until I hit Tower Bridge itself where I had to deal with 7 people all walking slowly in a line to fuck knows where.
I did my passive aggressive stamping and rapey breathing to try to get them to shift but they were too busy waiting for the Queen to pop her head out over the top of a fucking tourist bus.
Shower of bastards.
Anyway I’ve capped a bad week off with a good day. The only thing you can do sometimes is to make today good. If you focus on how much you’ve fucked up in the past or will fuck up in the future then you distract yourself from the only day you’ll ever have.
I need to start having more good today’s and worry less about tomorrow.