My Next Half Marathon Is In 10 Days But I’m Having Major Doubts About My Pace.
After weeks upon weeks of running for seemingly no reason, I finally have a race to look forward to.
My next one is in Dublin on August 5th and it’ll be great to finally have a run around a city again.
No disrespect to the host city of my last half marathon, Lisburn, but if it is in fact a city, then my cock’s a village.
Ever since the heat wave hit Britain at the beginning of the month, I’ve really struggled with my pace. I was making in-roads through Spring to running sub 9 minute miles regularly, but as of late I just haven’t been close to that.
I ran 11 miles this morning at a 9:54 minute/mile and it really fucking hurt. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve lost weight, been eating more healthily and yet I seem to be regressing.
I really don’t fucking know what’s happening but I’m happy to just keep trying.
Whenever I’ve struggled or felt like giving up in the past, an amazing run has just been around the corner.
I’m gonna have that amazing run at some point this weekend.
Booking Vegas in the next few days.
I’ve been juggling the dates around in my head and decided that I’m gonna do both the Dublin and Vegas marathons.
It’s working out at around £850 for the flights and 9 nights in a suite on the Strip and for that rate, I don’t care if I’ve to run the marathon with a mop up my arse.
I’m gonna book it. I’m gonna try to have some proper fun and not get into heated political arguments with rednecks.
Still though, I should be progressing as a runner, if not a human.
I really don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going in life, but I’m moving forward.
The thing is that you only know if you’re moving forward or backward in retrospect. Your drive at the time always feels right, especially when the alternative is slipping back into apathy.
But I’ve gotta remember that my goal is to just get better and more comfortable with running. I’m not about to get a portrait of Stalin tattooed onto my ballsack.
Man with a plan
My plan is to to try to keep my week-day runs up around the 11-12 mile mark, do an easy Saturday run of 10 miles and then do a proper long run on Sunday.
The biggest impediment for me with long runs in the past has been the 10 mile mark. I kinda freak out and assume my body is gonna break down but looking back my body has never really failed.
It’s always been my mind.
Recently though I’ve been getting better. I did 16 miles last Sunday and I never really was in danger of quitting.
I’m gonna keep that distance up until Vegas is over and then I’ll scale it back a little.
Until then though, I’m gonna keep moving forward.