Ran Every Day For 3 Years
3 years of running every day. Seriously wasn’t in the fucking mood for running tonight but I got out for just under 7 miles. Got caught up in a golf club without my headlamp on halfway through. I was gonna sprint across the greens to the road at the other side of the complex but this is not fucking Caddy Shack.
Wanted to run more but my mental wellbeing has not been great this week. I’m not getting to sleep until about 4 am and I’ve been trying to wake up early to have a really long running day but I just feel like fucking hell and then make bad choices with coffee and cheese for breakfast. Farcical bollocks.
I’ve been having 1 great day and then 1 bad day. At least I’m having good ones. I’m in Portugal for fuck’s sake. I feel guilty that I am not deliriously happy all the time. The pressure to be happy stops you being happy. Whenever you just tell everyone to fuck off and just be – that’s when the happiness comes. That’s why I hate sightseeing. So much pressure to see shit that doesn’t interest me in the slightest.
I need to stop associating with the thoughts in the head. Mindfulness works but I’m procrastinating with it as I’m worried that it won’t work for me and I’ll be left with what sometimes like feels like SATAN in my brain.
In the last three years, the shortest distance I’ve run in a day is 1 mile and the longest 100km.
I don’t follow any real rules with the runs. I just have to get out by 23:59. Even if I get out at 00:02 one day, it won’t matter too much. As long as I run then. For 3 years I’ve always started my run before the end of each day. It doesn’t matter when I return, as long as I do.
My biggest month was June 2017 when I ran 787 miles and finished 2nd in the Strava monthly distance challenge out of a 100,000 or so. My worst month was last December when I did under 100 miles.
This year my goal is to run 3,000 miles. I’m at 2750 as of December 1st. Next year I want to continue the run streak but beat all previous years by a considerable distance. I’ll do this by keeping my monthly distances above 200 miles and entering more races. I did very few last year as I spent the first 6 months quite fat and was embarrassed to be seen in public.
Whilst I have gained a few pounds back since Split, I’m still down about 28-30lbs from this time to last year. Even if I gain 2 or 3 more back over Christmas, it’s not the end of the world. I’ve been driving myself mad at the thought of weight gain after what happened with LEJOG. I cannot let that happen again but I also need to understand that I am the one in control of what I put in my body. If I take responsibility and proceed with caution then it doesn’t have to happen again.