On The Run Again – I Was Meaning To Post The First Part Of This Yesterday But Feel Asleep As I’m A Lazy Bastard.
I feel asleep at the keyboard before pressing Publish. This post is from Friday.
Today was the first day that I’ve been out of work in the last 4 months and it was fantastic spending it the way I wanted to.
I woke up at 9am and ran 8.6 miles shortly after a visit to the shop. After finishing with the low carbohydrate diet I’ve been trying to improve my eating in general. This involves more fruit and less fucking chocolate.
The run was extraordinarily difficult in the heat. One of the things that I do miss about Northern Ireland is that the heat barely reaches over 20C, unless of course it’s riot season, then temperatures as high as 1000C are reported all across the province.
Once I got back to the house, I started walking into Shoreditch from Walthamstow.
I stopped for about 5 ice creams over the course of the 7 mile walk. I had chips in a shop in Hackney that was playing ‘How Soon Is Now?’ by The Smiths.
The bastards took about 5 minutes to serve me my food and I kinda related to Morrissey whilst standing there at the counter.
He was waiting for the cock. I was waiting for something equally vinegary. Very frustrating altogether. It all ended well as the small portion of food only came to £1.10 and it was delicious.
I devoured the chips in Victoria Park and walked on into Shoreditch where I had a Peanut Butter bagel from Beigel Bake on Brick Lane.
Once again it was pretty fucking warm outside and my main aim was to try to run past 10 miles.
I did 15. It was an out and back route to Buckhurst Hill in Essex. Apparently they are staging part of the Tour De France tomorrow which still doesn’t make any fucking sense to me.
The only real downer about the run was my capitulation at mile 15. I became dizzy all of a sudden and was close to collapsing. I stopped and switched off my watch and walked back home.
There’s no point in running past the pain barrier to the point where my heart shits itself. I’m no use to anyone if I’m dead.
The aim again for this week is to hit 40 miles but I want to continue to run further and faster. If I can work myself up consistently to 50 miles a week then come October I’ll be very strong for the marathons.
Over the last 4 weeks I’ve ran a 16 miler, an 18 and a very difficult 15 today. They all count and I’m gonna keep on trucking.
Training for autumn marathons has always been easier for me as I find it much more difficult to run in the heat. When the colder weather comes around my endurance definitely improves a great deal.
As I type the final part of this post I’m sitting in a Wetherspoon in Holborn watching this guy who looks EXACTLY FUCKING LIKE ME (before I got my head shaved). He keeps talking about dragons. I think he’s fucked in the head.