I’ve Stopped Running Again. Time To Start Back!
So I’m starting back to running again in December and it’s my goal to fucking run every single day until the New Year and I’ll be blogging about it as I’m tired of how shitty this blog is at the minute.
I don’t care if it’s only 3.1 miles or 31 miles. It’s happening otherwise I’m shaving my sack for charity and no-one apart from your mother wants that to happen and she’s already perma-banned from this blog.
At the minute I’m feeling all flabby and I’m comfort eating to take my mind off it all. I’m addicted to Rolos and I hate myself for it. I set myself the unrealistic goal of running 109k in 7 days at the beginning of last week and because of that I ended up running 0k. I guess I’ve learnt something here. I need to be realistic with my goals. Just get outside and run you daft fucking idiot. Do it! DO IT NOW.
Running and healthy living is easier in the long run if you just keep with it. I know this, you know this. Unfortunately due to a shitty November I fell off the running wagon completely and I’m picking up the pieces again. Fuck you bad brain.
I’m training for London 2 Brighton from December 1st onwards. I’m nervous as hell about it as I always end up fucking up training and I’m growing weary of it. It all takes is for one shitty thing to happen and my life seems to take a nosedive. I’ve got to develop better coping mechanisms. Hiding away in the dark and eating kebabs is so 2009.
In case you haven’t yet seen it, I’ve started a new sober living blog over at Sober Yourself Up. At the minute I’m remaining sober for 30 days but I’m going to extend it beyond that and report back on how I feel over time.
I’m going to be fundraising for Mind again for the Brighton run. I feel it’s important that I set up a good example by living properly and talking openly about my struggles. I realise that if I fail to live in a healthy way then it’s gonna feed into a cycle of hopelessness that will serve absolutely no-one any good.
By the end of December I want this blog to be back to it’s best and for me to forget the past and move on. I’m sick of defeat and I’m sick of myself.