I’m Running Faster But I’m Also Losing My Mind A Little.
I lost all composure on my run on Friday morning in Tottenham.
I’ve been jogging faster for quite some time now but just as I was running down towards White Hart Lane station something snapped in my head.
You see, I haven’t ever went out for a run and ran at 100% in my lifetime.
Yesterday was different.
Something just clicked and I fucking went insane. It was if the as the disappointment of my first 50k, Vegas and 100k are coalesced into a huge adrenaline shot into my old ballbag.
I’ve spent so long doubting myself that my mind just gave way to running.
For half a mile I was running at a 6:40 minute/mile pace. I couldn’t breathe at the time and was incapacitated mentally by a mantra which went along the lines of “YOU’RE ALL FUCKING CUNTS! I CAN GO FASTER! COME ON! RUN A 6:30 MINUTE MILE!”
This lasted for about 3 minutes before I kinda realised my body needed oxygen urgently. I was literally gasping for air but I didn’t want to stop running.
So I slowed down a little.
Shortly after that got blocked by some fucking idiot who was wearing headphones and checking their smartphone on Lordship Lane. Normally I’d jog onto the road to get past them without any problems, but this person was veering from side to side and didn’t even look drunk.
You can never be sure in North London. There was a beheading just up the road in Edmonton last week so I try to exercise caution. I don’t want the 31st chapter of my book to be entitled “Guess what happened to me!” with a picture of my beheaded corpse being the only thing there.
Anyway just as I was about to pass them they stopped dead on the pavement. Out of the pits of my stomach came a very loud bark.
The guy heard me and turned around all quick like I’d just tickled his ass. I had no legitimate explanation for my behaviour so I just fucking sprinted off like the big pansy I am.
I ran that mile in 7:25 which is my fastest in quite some time, so despite that encounter I am continuing to improve.
Running a sub 9 minute mile consistently.
Since it’s my aim to try to run a sub 4 hour marathon I’ve been putting a lot of effort into getting faster. Keeping to this pace was difficult to start with but it’s becoming easier now.
I’ve ran 15 of my last 15 non-long runs at that pace or better.
I know that if I’m to stand any chance of going sub 4 I have to run even faster. It’s not enough to keep running easily.
Until I finish my 10th marathon in Vegas in November I’m gonna push myself on each of my short runs and try to make my lungs burn as much as I can.
For the next 8 weeks I’m gonna give it my all. If I fail to meet my target then at least I’ll know I’ve given it my best shot.
Most of all I’m gonna enjoy it and try my fucking best not to bark at any more poor wankers.