An Excellent Comeback Run Through Sydenham & Rest Night Anxiety.
It has been a week of highs and lows but fortunately everything is getting better as the week progresses.
Last night I went out for a 10 mile run around Sydenham Hill and fucking aced it.
You know how sometimes you have 2 or 3 really bad runs in a row and think it is all gonna come to an end soon? Well this run made me realise why I run.
The air was thick with summer. The squirrels were out having a picnic. I saw a fox come out of the hedgerow by Cox’s Walk.
Idyllic. I almost regret terminating my lease here in the flat early as it is lovely to run in this part of the city.
I should have sucked it up when my landlord told me that I smelled worse than Communism.
Ah well. No use crying over sweaty knickers is there?
The funniest bit of the run was storming down the hill past some club runners who were going uphill. I think I said ‘heyyyy!’ to every one that I ran past. They did not share my enthusiasm as they were too busy catching their breath.
I wanted to speed up as I passed the strongest runners and scream “who is the fucking slow coach now you motherfuckers!!’. Thankfully I didn’t as I am still clinging to my last shred of dignity as a man.
Anyway tonight was my night off from exercise and I thought I’d describe a typical rest night for me.
Walk out of work at about 6pm. Go to the M&S store for dinner. I try to eat healthily but tonight I had 2 cookies and a Madagascar Fudge Bar for tea.
Got on Tube at Brixton to Camden via Euston.
Get to Camden for the Happy Hour at the Stables Market. Had a £3 tray of Indian food. Instantly regret it and think that this is no way to treat my body as a runner. I am a fucking fraud. I should not be offering people life tips on my website when I’m living like this.
The only way to mask my disappointment with myself is to have a pint. So I had a fruit beer at The Ice Wharf at Camden and leave for home about half an hour later.
Manage to avoid hot dog stall on the way back to the tube station.
Manage to avoid Krispy Kreme at Victoria.
Manage to trip over my feet whilst boarding the train back to Sydenham Hill.
The crappy thing about my nights off is that I am really aware of how I abuse my body at times. Instead of nipping it in the bud I think ‘ah well the damage is done, bring on dessert number 2’.
I wish I wasn’t this way. I know I joke about it but Christ it is a drag sometimes.
I wish I could be at ease with myself.
I wish I could relax and not think about how I will regret it all come morning.
And on that note I am a going to bed now as I have a run early tomorrow morning!