I’ve Ran My First 100 Mile Month Since October 2014.
I’m going to make this update quick as I’ve about 7,000 half written posts in here that I couldn’t finish.
On Monday I ran my first ever 100 mile month since October 2014. This was after a shitty week where I wanted to run over 60km but only managed 14.4km in the end. It was one of those weeks where I missed several runs and thought “shit I’ve already ruined this week, so what’s the point? I’ll ruin it a little more for myself.”
Undeterred I went out on Monday and completed a half marathon and then an 8.3 mile run yesterday.
I’ve decided that I’m giving up completely on putting effort into running. I made an effort when training for a sub 4 hour marathon last year and it ruined everything for me.
I’m a lazy bastard and I’m happy to remain that way.
Ironically being lazy for me means waking up at 5am and going on long, slow runs at a snail’s pace.
I’m running so slowly at the moment that even the ducks seem to be laughing at me when I pass them on the canal.
I sometimes get hassle off people in the street for running slowly, but I’m OK with it. When people shout shit at you then it’s about them and not about you. I’m out to run and get properly back into fitness. If the sight of me chugging along brightens their day, then I suppose that’s to be applauded.
I want to run further and easier than ever before. I’ve stopped caring about personal bests. I just want to run and get outdoors and overturn this shitty spell forever.