A Weekly Recap Of Angry Jogging & 6 Things I’ve Learned About Myself In This Time
I’m on a high tonight after a challenging week where I survived living in shared accommodation and still managed to run 47.7 miles over the course of the 7 days.
I had a make a hasty exit from the hostel after sitting down on the bottom bunk and leaving a wet ass smear on the sheets. I had just come back from the shower and no towels were provided to dry myself off. I also had no intention of explaining what the mark was so I got all of my shit together and ran out the door.
Another reason that I’m glad I can move semi quickly.
Anyway I’m really starting to build my mileage back up again after 2 poor weeks where I recorded only 26 and 34 miles. I haven’t just been working on overall mileage, I’ve been trying to improve my pace a little too.
Running faster for a reason.
Tonight I went out and thumped out a 7.35 mile progression run in only 66 minutes.
I ran out to Elephant & Castle and back and was not comfortable at all in my surroundings, especially considering it was night time and had no clue as to where I was headed.
It was not a place that you want to stand around in unless you’re on a suicide mission.
I finished strong on a 8:08 minute mile after 3 sub 9’s in a row. It’s been a while since I’ve managed that!
The past week has been all about growing and learning. Here are 6 things that I’ve learned about myself in that time.
- I can still do back to back long runs – My half marathon on Thursday and my 18 miler on Friday proved that I still have a fitness base that I was worried had disappeared since moving over to London. This gives me the confidence to go out and try more long runs in the capital.
- I don’t have control over my eating habits – Same old story with the Angry Jogger I’m afraid. I’ve been having lots of superfood salads for lunch & dinner but following them up with Krispy Kreme for dessert. My itemised bank statement also makes for shocking reading. I’ve been visiting Greggs the Bakers too often.
- But I do have more control over my drinking – I went out yesterday with the @thepauldoherty for some drinks around town and we didn’t end up in a complete state. The last time we headed out on the piss we took it way too far with far too many house trebles on Tyneside. I spent the next morning vomiting like hell. It was so bad that I almost puked into my Tostado Nachos in TGI Fridays. Today I was easily able to complete a 7 mile run and could have continued on for longer.
- Just because my mind is telling me everything is going wrong doesn’t mean it’s true – I still have moments where I’m overwhelmed by everything. I’m writing a book and a blog about running when I’m not a great runner. I’ve entered a 100k race that I probably haven’t trained enough for. I seem to fail all of the time at meeting my goals. But you know what’s important? I’m still running and I’m trying to become better at everything. It isn’t hopeless. I can only improve bit by bit and it will take time.
- Walking is still an amazing way to build fitness – Following on from last week’s post where I bemoaned by laziness when it comes to public transport in London I’ve stopped using the Tube so much and now walk to my location. I’ve recently installed a Pedometer application on my smartphone that tracks my steps by day. On 6 out of 7 days last week I managed well over 10,000. This is great news.
- Become debilitated with fear over a running event won’t make it any easier to complete come race day – I’ve joined a gym to do some more cross and endurance training ahead of the 100k race. For all the time that I’ve spent paralysed by fear of the thought of the run I could have been putting my body to work. Sometimes our minds are our worst enemies. We’re constantly dreaming up worst case scenarios that won’t happen or at least shouldn’t happen if we put our minds to rest and body into gear.