Completing My 5th Half Marathon After Wrestling With Ronnie O’Sullivan
Today was a better day than yesterday and I managed my 5th consecutive half marathon. This one was quite easy and enjoyable.
I had a nightmare this morning that Ronnie O’Sullivan wrestled me to the ground during a snooker exhibition in the Tesco in Edmonton. I’d been booing his opponent in the cheese aisle for quite some time. He finally took exception to this, wrestled me to the ground and told me that I needed to go to an AA meeting.
I woke up laughing hysterically.
For breakfast I had two Reese’s Nut Bars. Even though I’m doing a low carb diet at the minute, I can easily burn these off and I instantly return to ketosis once I stop running. When I’m running on low carb it’s so much easier. I don’t have to try and it’s almost like I’m gliding.
That’s what I’ve been doing during these half marathons, gliding as much as possible until my mind breaks and then that’s when the bad shit starts. Fortunately this time my mind did not break and I didn’t notice the first hour of movement towards the Olympic Stadium.
I got to 10 miles and decided to just slow down and feel good for a change. Life’s too short to be a cynical, moaning, depressing cunt all of the time.
I finished the half marathon in about 2:28 and carried on for a little bit longer just to ensure I can easily cover this distance throughout the rest of the challenge.
The one thing I’ve noticed about running on low carb is that I don’t seem to have any inflammation on my joints, even after 65 miles this week in 5 days. That’s pretty special.
Tonight I’m feeling OK and I’m glad I’m not having to worry about the shit-storm of drinking, going to Leicester Square, downing Old Rosie and making an embarrassment of myself.
I’m going to wake up tomorrow even stronger. My weight is down to 205lbs. I’m finally in control of my monstrous fucking appetite. I’m still totally fucking lost in many aspects of my life but I know this will all work out eventually.
The good thing about being your own worst enemy is that if you admit you have problems then you can become your own biggest ally. It’s not all hopeless.
By the way, if you’re inspired by my challenge, please donate to my fundraiser for Mind the mental health charity. I’m doing these 29 half marathons, The Green Man and then London 2 Brighton to help support them.
And to help keep me out of fucking trouble.