On Feeling Deflated After My Half Marathons And Being A Ringer For Dwight Schrute.
I’m feeling pretty fucking deflated now that I have no more half marathons to run.
It’s that much more difficult to blog when you’re just writing about running. I mean most runs for me are the fucking same unless I’m unfortunately enough to be chased / yelled at or threatened by the hounds.
So I am doing what I always do when I feel like this. I’m reading up about future half marathons and making grand plans. I’d love to do the Amsterdam Half Marathon in October but the flights are a little too expensive and the hotels are around £100 a night for the most basic of rooms.
I’ve been out running once this week for a 6.8 mile spin. It was easy and felt good. I didn’t have to try at any point which is always the best way when you’re a lazy bastard like I am.
Anyway, I was amused this morning to find that my blog had been linked to by UltraRunnerPodcast.com and the writer had compared my picture on the left to that of a Dwight Schrute.
Anyway I’ve no idea why I chose that fucking picture as my main profile image. I look like I’m suffering from the post wank glow.
I should have chosen something more along the lines of this one.
In this picture it would seem that my face is trying to escape from the rest of my head. I still don’t know why I run with my eyes closed. It’s a wonder I haven’t ran into someone yet.
Fucking hell. How about this one?
I don’t even look like I’m running in the same fucking direction as the girl in front. My body isn’t even in three dimensions going by this.
I look like the world’s worst guardian angel who has been summoned through prayer by the woman ahead of me to try to get her through the 10th mile.
Anyway I’m up early tomorrow for a run. Hopefully it’s as easy and fun as Wednesday’s effort.