My First Training Run For London 2 Brighton 2016.
Hi there. You have a very pretty face. Just like The Elephant Man. I hope you’re gonna hoover up all your porridge this morning with your trunk like a good ‘un. Otherwise we’ll have to lock you in the cupboard again.
I went out this morning and used my legs to carry me around Tottenham at terrifyingly slow leg speeds. My run started at 3:59am so there wasn’t many people around apart from those who are unfortunate enough to have to work at this crazy hour.
I’m normally not awake this early, but unfortunately my insomnia is back so I can either feel sorry for myself or do something useful with it and prepare myself for the day with some exercise. Sometimes you just have to try to find the positives in something you’d normally consider a big problem.
This run felt really good. There wasn’t much negativity inside. Just me, my legs and the street lights reflecting off the puddles on the ground.
Unfortunately whenever I think bad thoughts these days I also shout them out loud so I screamed ‘FUCKING CUNTS!’ a few times on the North Circular Road at 4:40am. If anyone seen me they’d think I’m just another drunken Irish burnout shouting at God and all of his sinners.
My aim is to run every day this month and beat my previous monthly best of 404k from September. There is officially only 178 days left until the London 2 Brighton 100k so I’m eager to actually train for this run. It’s all about distance and time spent on the legs.
The memory of being stranded in that field in London 2 Cambridge will fuel me on. As will the memories of the last L2B run taking 27 fucking hours. This will not take 27 hours. I can picture being past Ardingly by 6pm on 26th May 2016. And I will fucking rejoice.
So that’s my first run out of the way and it was always going to be the most difficult. From here it gets easier and more fun.
Get out and run if you haven’t already. It isn’t that cold. And it won’t get any easier if you just sit there feeling sorry for yourself.