How To Save A Run Streak In The Nick Of Time
I fucking did it. I sustained my run streak against all the odds.
I came home from work exhausted so I decided to sleep for an hour and then go for a run. 1 hour quickly turned into 3 and my slumber was a troubled one. I was dreaming of slowly jogging around the M25 but I kept running out of road and it was an absolute bastard.
So I awoke finally at 10pm and I began my usual act of bitching on Twitter feeling sorry for myself.
Finally getting my shit together.
There’s no way on earth I was gonna let the run streak go to shit that easily.
I started by putting on my Forerunner. Then I found some old shorts in my laundry basket. I took off my Ramones T-Shirt that I was sleeping in and put on my Rock N Roll Vegas 2014 T-Shirt and forced myself outside to run 7km.
Now you might consider those 7km to be junk miles. Or junk kilometres. But I certainly don’t. I fucking got out there and did it and I don’t give a fuck for your tempo runs or your other neurotic joyless fucking sessions.
Besides, my junk was not out and flailing about in the North London air. I’m not risking any of that shit with the London Met. They make the Northern Irish police force look like pansies and I still value having a dick.