I Can Afford To Have Some Bad Days
If I can get to my 7th night in this trip feeling good then I know I will complete this.
I can afford to have some bad days. It’s not as if I will drop out like in an ultramarathon where I can’t afford to have an off day otherwise I’m fucked. All I need is more good days than bad days.
If I have a bad day then I can make the next day a good day to cancel it out. There will always be a second chance whilst my will remains strong.
This is not an ultra endurance event. This is a fucking holiday mixed with some mad kind of pilgrimage.
Gonna give myself time and space to grow into the run. On my first day I’m thinking of running to St Ives which is about 18 miles from Lands End. From there I could run to Newquay which is 31 miles. Easy day, hard day, easy day may well prove to be a killer tactic. It’s certainly easier than just running 25 miles every day for 35 days. That seems fucking impossible in my mind.
I can earn my rest days by staying out longer on the road. By rest days I mean 10 mile days. I want to keep the run streak going at all costs. This means paying attention to any niggles before they become serious injuries.
Encouraging myself with memories of the half marathon challenge.
Here’s a screen shot of my training log from February 2016 when I ran 29 half marathons consecutively after being sober for only 3 months and weighing 215lbs. It seemed impossible at the start. I thought about canceling the challenge on the first day as it seemed like a doomed venture. Luckily I kept the belief and I kept going.
It was a lot of fun by the end, apart from the time I ate a fuckton of Jaffa Cakes before a half marathon and ended up vomiting them into a bin in Stoke Newington. I’ve always been a classy bird.
I’d never ran any more than 100km in a week up until that point so I was expecting my body to rebel dramatically in the first 7 days.
I only got stronger.
I’ll have to run approximately double that amount if I want to get to John O’Groats in 5 weeks but it’s possible! I’m 20lbs thinner than I was back then. I put 5,000km into my legs in total throughout 2016 so my base fitness is there. It’s all about belief and enjoying myself.
I don’t subscribe to the puritanical view that you are doing running wrong if you don’t give everything. At heart I’m still a lazy bastard and I want to experience joy and find out more about myself.
I want to run wth the wind at my back and catch the breeze. Anything is possible whilst I’m still moving forward. Backward steps build character if you reflect on what happened and learn from your mistakes.
I’ll be making a fuckton of them throughout June and that’s OK.