Keeping My Run Streak Alive After A Bad Weekend
My run streak is still alive. I ran at 11pm on Sunday night to make it 97 consecutive days of running. I’d almost talked myself into restarting my streak tomorrow and that the day would be a new dawn and a new beginning.
I knew this was bullshit. I spent years thinking that tomorrow would be a new start but it never fucking came. The only day that I have any influence over is today and that’s why the run steak is so important to me.
A minor victory to cap off a bad weekend
I ruined my weekend away in Bristol by ruminating over my DNF at Green Man. My thoughts tend to become increasingly negative if I focus on something for too long. I tried to take my mind off it but the disappointment remained at the fore of my brain. I felt like I was suffocating and I couldn’t see any good or any hope anywhere.
The thing is, I know it’s only a run. It’s just that I tend to lose perspective when my mind begins falling in on itself and that in turn makes me see myself as even more of an idiot.
When I failed to complete the Munich marathon I felt the same way, only I drowned out all of the negativity with about 5 litres of German Beer. It’s difficult to drown shit out when sober. You have to feel the things that you don’t want to feel. It’s an important and a healthy thing to do but only if it helps you overcome a problem.
Obsessing over perceived weaknesses isn’t a healthy thing to do.
I’m going to continue on with London 2 Brighton training. I will need to buy some hybrid road shoes that double up as trail ones so that I can cope with the trails a little better.
In the meantime I need to get back into the groove of running and to put all this behind me.