All Was Quiet During This Morning’s Run.
Didn’t get raped, shot or pillaged on this particular venture out. 7.5 miles around Carrickfergus on a cold October morning.
I’m on the eve of the Great Birmingham Run and I’m shitting it a little bit about the last 3 miles of the course which is just pure ascent.
Besides shitting myself about hills I’ve been shitting myself about chips (and not ones I’d eat either).
I’m terrified that I’m gonna repeat the Great North Run debacle and lose my fucking chip again at the starting line so I’ve researched how you’re meant to put it on and this seems simple enough.
Still I don’t understand why race organisers can’t invent a chip enveloped in velcro that you can just slap on your fucking forehead and not worry about it dropping off. If it drops off your head, re-attach it with a fucking slap. Simple.
Aside from my worries about gravity and chips (hot topics for an Ulsterman) I’ve entered the Paris Marathon which takes place in April. Plan is to just keep the runs going over 10 miles until the New Year. I don’t want to have to go back to the start of a marathon training program and worry about running over 10 miles again. That shit is beyond stressful.
I need to stop being a pussy about about the Marathon distance. I can cover a half marathon OK now but at the same time 2 of them fucking glued together is terrifying.
So I’m gonna do Paris and Belfast next Spring and then another one after that. Probably Vegas in December 2013.
But until then I’ll be preparing myself for the Birmingham!