My Running Book – An Overview Of ‘Angry Jogger’ And The Shit Inside It.
I thought I’d take this opportunity to try to explain what the book is about for people who aren’t familiar with it.
Who is the book targeted towards?
The book is targeted towards beginning runners who maybe want to get fit but are tired of failing with crash diets and shit like that. It contain a lot of unnecessary swearing so it will probably offend a lot of people.
If you’re an advanced marathoner then there isn’t really gonna be that much for you here apart from maybe the humour in it and even that’s debatable.
I wrote it as a guide to pass back to myself when I was at my most hopeless in 2009. I wanted to create something that wasn’t all story but also provided some insight into how to get into running.
- I cover hitting rock bottom at 280lbs and the events that made me change at the beginning of 2010.
- I talk about childhood, teenage years and events that led me to hit rock bottom. I try to keep the David Copperfield shit to a minimum. Cover more about becoming a clumsy goth in Northern Ireland and the sort of shit that can happen if you drink too much and don’t watch yourself.
- Cover moving back into my parents house after rock bottom, starting off on my weight loss journey with Weight Watchers, coping with my father’s illness, having a drunken epiphany in Prague, vowing to run the Belfast Marathon and losing weight.
- My training schedule for the Belfast Marathon starting in 2011. I discuss each week and how I was feeling at the time. I wasn’t gonna include this originally as it’s possibly the weak part of the book but I thought it was important to give an insight into a training schedule and the frustration that beginners can face. Coping with loss of my father during training.
- Running the Belfast Marathon and struggling to cope with grief after the race. Post marathon blues.
- My attempts to suppress my grief for my dad. Disaster at a holiday in Magaluf. Going through something of an identity crisis where I dye my hair and start listening to dance music to escape myself. Missing a half marathon in Birmingham due to drunkenness. Deciding to go sober forever after being robbed in Magaluf and having to deal with a £1,200 phone bill.
- Starting to drink again, going on holiday a week before the marathon, making the bad decision to catch a bus from the Algarve to Barcelona. Hallucinating wildly in Barcelona airport and having to put myself into the care of Spanish Police for an hour. Go to Vegas and nearly get into a fistfight with a Christian. He asks me why I’m so upset. I think about the situation I’m in for the first time ever properly. Another holiday in Northern Europe. This time I go to Stockholm and try to start flag wars with pedestrians. Go to Copenhagen and acknowledge my grief for the first time. I see the light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in a while.
- Finding peace within myself and stagnating as a person back home. Going to Amsterdam before the Paris Marathon and taking magic mushrooms on the eve of the race. Fucking up in Paris. Growing tired of living at home.
- Running the 50k. Changing jobs. Going to Las Vegas and finding out that life’s worth living. Return to Northern Ireland, have panic attack on first day back after Christmas where I thought my life was pointless if it continued on in the same vein. Leave job as my thoughts truly scared me. Start the Indiegogo campaign for book. Try to make a full time living off blog. It doesn’t work out. I don’t know what to do with myself.
- Move to London on a whim with 14 hours notice and no job there. Live in hostels whilst I get settled. Train for 100k by drinking in West End and eating lamb samosas. Run around Greenwich, Tottenham, Brixton and Sydenham. Disagreements with asshole landlord. Nearly go broke until I find work as a software contractor with a group of chocolatiers.
- Run the Brighton 2 London 100k challenge. Takes 26 hours. Nearly give up at 75k. Relieved that I finished it at all. Life starts to get better.
- Move back to Tottenham. Start to get settled. Set myself the challenge of running 4 marathons in 9 weeks. Also try to run one of the races under 4 hours. End up registering my first ever Did Not Finish in Munich. Absolutely devastated.
- Fail in my mission to go under 4 hours but realise within myself that times aren’t everything and that finishing and taking part is more important than anything else.