I’ve Booked My Flights And Hotel For The Vegas Marathon. Celebrated With A 11 Mile Hilly Run.
Today started very badly. I awoke at around 6am with a strange sensation that I was somehow in the wrong room or the wrong bed.
I opened my eyes and I was lying on the floor with my now completely deflated bed base underneath me.
I’m quite a restless sleeper. I can only fall asleep by tossing and turning.
But I’ve been sleeping on my bed for 5 years. I dunno why my bed base chose last night to die.
To be fair, pretty sleepless night last night..
I had a really boring nightmare in which I was trapped in a dog sanctuary in Omagh, where I was pleading with my captors for freedom by trying to say “I’m not a dog!” but it kept coming out as WOOF!
It was one of those dreams that just fizzled out into the ether like lust after the post-wank glow. I can’t remember if I ever got out. I don’t particular care either.
I’m here and I’m not licking my balls. That’s all that matters.
Booking Vegas and running again
So I went through on my word and booked 10 nights in Vegas staying in the New York, New York hotel.
I’m gonna have to be a bit more careful with money over the next few weeks, but that’s not so much of a sacrifice now that I’m excited about the Vegas race.
I’d rather take some risks than concern myself too much with a future that mightn’t actually come about.
Whenever you’re genuinely excited about visiting a place for a run, it makes those 5am runs not seem like such a sacrifice!
Running a hilly 11 miles in 22C heat.
My pace was still quite average at a 9:55 min/mile but I’m delighted I managed to cover 250m of hills around town.
There was a point a mile into the hill that I was certain that I gonna give up, but pulled through it by slowing down and trying to distract myself by thinking of how far I’d come.
If you always focus on how you’ve still to go, it can overwhelm you.
Today I just concerned myself with catching my breath. If I’m out of breath on a hilly long run, then I always seem to try to run faster to try to get through the discomfort more quickly.
It never works and I just burn out more quickly.
I reverted to my “Friendly Jogger” alter ego where I was waving to all of the motorists who pulled over to give me a little space on the country road.
When they waved back, my heart leapt with joy and felt genuine remorse for at one time thinking that all motorists were absolute idiots.
But that’s the fault of Jeremy Clarkson and Jeremy Clarkson alone.
Tomorrow, 14 miles.