I Have Been Trading Addictions Again
Trading addictions is a good thing. I’ve temporarily given up Haribo for fruit. I’m compelled to stop at every tree I see when I’m out running and feed off oranges and lemons like some kind of monkey. I know the low carb people say that fruit is bad for you and that oranges were invented in the 1970s by Nestle to kill orphans, but they are tasty.
Trying to eat oranges whilst running is difficult. Especially now that the strap on my watch is broken and I’m having to carry it in my hand. To oncoming drivers, I must look like I’m trying to peel fruit with a watch.
I’m only 3 days away from completing 3 years of a run streak and I’m just under 14,500km or 9,000 miles in that time period. Ran 33% more in these 3 years than I did in the 4.5 years proceeding it in total.
Out tonight antagonizing the dogs in Portimao. Tried to take a shortcut down some alleyway which was just a cul-de-sac littered with fucking bastard hounds on all sides. Woof. Bark. Yip. Bow-wow. Get fucked doggos. I am trying to get home. I like dogs individually in a social setting. The rest of the time they tend to be really annoying cunts. I prefer rabbits and cats. Cats have a “fuck you” attitude which I respect. Dogs just need mummy or daddy to tell them they’ll be OK and for them to feed cheesy wotsits out of their fanny otherwise “YIP YAP YIP YAP YAP YAP!”.
Every time I run past it’s a chorus of them and not just when I’m in the immediate vicinity of them. I swear I can hear the cunts from SPAIN.
Ran through Praia Del Rocha tonight along the Strip. Completely deserted. So peaceful. Absolutely perfect running weather. Booked another week here at the same price. Means I’m in Portugal for at least 10 more nights. Working on a project at the moment during the days which is exciting.
Tried to go to McDonalds at 2am as the website LIES and says it’s a 24 hours store. The automatic door opened, there was a man at the till but all of their little touchscreen terminals were in factory reset mode and out of sheer frustration I wanted to press all of the buttons at once so that they went offline and never came back on again!
Then I went to the 24 hour garage just up the road but it was a service hatch only type of situation and since Portuguese service stations are shite when it comes to the variety of stock and since I mumble like Marlon Brando eating citrus fruit whole on Venus, I just walked away and to bed.
And that’s where I am now.