Day 21 – No Such Thing As Junk Miles
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A quick update on yesterday. I got the bus from Faro in the Algarve to Sevilla and spent the evening just relaxing there. Whenever I reach a new city I head for the Angry Jogger embassy which is McDonalds. I had one of those lovely fucking praline McFlurry’s they sell on the continent at the moment.
I’m worried that I’m going to start eating so much now that I’m staying close to shops. I will have to make healthier choices now. I need to make the paella a reality.
I almost missed my bus from Albufeira. When you Google ‘Albufeira bus station’ it comes up with two results. I picked and walked to the wrong one. I panicked. I threw open the door to the information kiosk and hit it against the wall. The bus lady was livid. I was out of breath and pretended to be a mute and ran back out. Fortunately I had enough time to get a taxi over to the right one.
I’m dedicating the rest of this post to talking about the topic of ‘junk miles’ as it’s something a lot of people have mentioned with my training and I wanted to address it here.
I couldn’t describe any of the miles I’ve ran over the past 14 months as junk miles (except maybe that 5k I ran in Vienna with jeans, shirt and coat after travelling for 14 hours on a bus)
According to the online definition junk miles are miles that are ran without a purpose. Let’s say that you are trying to run a sub 4 hour marathon. What is the purpose of that? Why the number 4? Why the marathon distance? The marathon itself has no purpose. We only set these goals to keep our minds off the fact we’re going to die and that our existence is absurd.
If junk miles exist then all miles are junk. We’re running for reasons that don’t make much sense to non runners and even ourselves at the best of times. We’re running to be faster, to go further and to test ourselves but then we reach our goals and it turns out to be a disappointment like that fucking Peggy Lee song.
We set another goal just to have something to focus on and then we move towards that hoping to find ourselves there but the same thing happens again.
Even though I plod through my jogs, I run with intent. I’m running every day for my mental health. At the moment I’m out running my bad diet at a great rate. By running very slow for long times I’m managing to record calorific deficits which are contributing to my weight loss.
During the height of my alcoholic fugue I was directionless. Running slowly lifted the fog. Gave me space to breathe. Allowed me to see events in context and to react in a better way. I’m starting to process the past in a healthier way and I hope it continues. I fucking love the junk miles.
I’m running each day as each day is a choice between standing still and moving forward. I don’t have any time goals anymore.