I’m Growing Stronger But I Lost The Battle Of Hornsey
Running has been going great recently. I’m still plodding slowly around London and it’s getting easier and easier as my body strengthens.
In the last 3 weeks I’ve recorded over 280k. Everything was going great until yesterday.
I made the mistake of trying to run to work
My body was already exhausted after 51k over the weekend.
I’ve started run commuting a lot more recently and I’ve been trying to find the safest way into work which often involves a bit of a detour to try to avoid some of the busier roads.
I set out with the goal of just making it in without breaking down. After 20 minutes I knew I was trouble. My body was sluggish and the strain was immense as I passed over the footbridge towards the N18 side of White Hart Lane.
I made it to Hornsey before stopping altogether and that’s when the mental assault on myself began.
You’re a lazy cunt
You’re meant to be running a 100k and you could barely manage 6.4k? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a disgrace and a negative fucker. And a fat cunt. And a communist. THAT’S RIGHT. LOWER YOUR HEAD IN SHAME. TODAY IS NATIONAL CUNT DAY. AND YOU’RE THE U.N ENVOY FOR CUNTSVILLE.
I stopped off at the Co-operative on Tottenham Lane as a sweaty, hateful mess. I bought 2 bottles of Lucozade Sport and when the cashier asked if I wanted anything else, part of me wanted to say “Do you stock shotguns?”.
Given my accent and my nervous demeanour I’m glad I didn’t go through with that, she would have been right to assume that I was trying to get rich quick.
I tried to break back into a jog but my body was just too tired. I walked most of the rest and my journey took half an hour longer than I expected, but I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t just jump onto a bus.
My determination is back but I’ve gotta be careful over the next few weeks. After nearly 1,000k of training in the past 4 months I don’t want to injure myself.
I’ve come a long way since April and I’m gonna keep going.