Messy Post With Uninspiring Hippy Cunt Drivel.
Hello friends and cunts. Cunts and friends. Bastards and dicks. Fuckos and fucktards.
It doesn’t matter what you fucking did yesterday.
Make today count no matter how badly you’ve eaten in the past or how much booze you’ve shoved down your head.
I’ve had 11 good days in a row now where I’ve recorded my eating and logged a calorific deficit. Every time I go outside running it gets easier. I want to do it more now. I never thought I’d enjoy running again but I’m back.
Strongest I’ve been all year. I had Haribo this morning and it almost destroyed my innards. I ran 8km this evening and almost had to call into the Lord Palmerston as a pit stop to shit like a king.
Overhauling your life is an ultramarathon. When you stand at the start it seems completely impossible. The more you study the distance, the greater the panic.
Only the current mile matters.
Only today too.
I’m guilty of running many miles in my head at the same time. When I was running marathons regularly I’d be jogging the difficult 20th mile in my head and the 5th mile in my legs.
It stressed me out. You only have to run the mile you are on now. If you can stay focused on that mile then you make your life that much easier.
I’m guilty of running across all the busy roads before I get to them. Doesn’t make me any more careful when I actually get to that road. In fact, I’m usually that distracted that I make silly sprints across the street.
Sometimes I worry that I’m doing too much today and that I can leave the long run until tomorrow. Tomorrow comes around and it’s still today. When I drank I made plenty of plans to run tomorrow but I never wanted to do it today.
It didn’t happen. For almost 2 months.
That’s why I push myself when I’m out now to do the most I can to make today easier.
I’m down to 198.5lbs. So close to breaking 90kg again.