On Thursday night I wrote a bitchy post about how I was disappointed with my laziness and awful eating habits for the week.
The next few days went better than expected. Here’s a quick breakdown of my weekend runs.
Friday – 15 miles
Saturday – 10 miles
Sunday – 15 miles.
Today I ran 15 miles in 2:31 to take me to 40.05 miles for the week.
I’m so happy that I broke through the 40 mile goal target in only 3 runs!
Not all plain sailing.
My 10 mile run yesterday was really fucking miserable, It reminded me of the runs I’d regularly I’d have in 2012 where I’d struggle to finish.
To try to prevent another difficult run, I started today’s run at maybe 50% effort and tried not to pressure myself into keeping explicitly to a pace.
I aimed to keep as close to a 10 minute mile as possible, but after the 10 mile mark I faded to a 10:20.
My pace wasn’t the only thing to fade. My sanity followed shortly afterward.
The Angry Jogger returns
At mile 10 I lost my mind. I was running on a country road with only one footpath and this man and his dog crossed onto the pavement from a side-street. The guy wasn’t being an asshole or anything, I just couldn’t handle the stress of having to run on the road with traffic to overtake him.
Then a cyclist brushed past me on the pavement. I wanted to shout “GET ON THE FUCKING ROAD YOU FUCKING HIPPY CUNT-BAG!”
Then something literally snaps in my head.
Suddenly, I felt my skull crack and everything went purple for about 3 seconds.
Fortunately the sensation passed and from then on I managed to keep my cool. I thought I was suffering from a stroke at the time.
I’ve worried about being found suffering from a stroke whilst running, but I’m usually only concerned about being caught sleep-wanking, not having a cerebrovascular accident whilst jogging.
Struggling to finish the run
I knew I had to run 14.95 miles for a 40 mile week and the pressure of this got to me. I slowed right down and focused on not giving in.
I thought back to all of the times I’ve quit in the past and the negative mindset I was in afterward.
Besides If I gave up I’d have to walk 3 miles home and I’d be in an awful mood.
I just kept at it and ran through the pain and recorded my 2nd 15 mile run in only 3 days.
Running & weight loss progress
I weighed myself first thing this morning and I’m down to 203lbs!
This means that I’ve only 3 more pounds to lose before the end of the month to achieve my goal of sub 200lbs.
I know I’m gonna do it now as I wanked away all of my cheese money on the Vegas trip this month.
This means that I will have to be very careful with food selection until August 30th.
I’m gonna buy some new clothes and some running shoes once I’m below 200lbs.
My Nike Lunarglide’s have endured 1,000 miles of punishment and I’m in need of a change! I’m starting to feel every little pebble on the road!
Anyway I’m going to bed now. I’m exhausted after a manic 3 days.
Next week will be even better!
Related running posts:
- A 17 Mile Long Slow Distance Run And More Bleeding Nipple Problems In Marathon Training.
- Stopped Running On A Long Slow Distance Run In The Middle Of Sailortown.
- A 16.38 Mile Long Slow Distance Run To End A Week Of Personal Bests.
- A Surprise 11 Mile Long Slow Distance Run, In Training For The Great Scottish Run 2012
- A Successful Day Of Long Slow Distance Running Training. Benefited Mentally From A 13.35 Mile Run (Even If My Trousers Ripped).
by Matt the Angry Jogger
Angry Jogger loves running to lose and maintain his weight. He started running as an obese man and is now only overweight at 200lbs. He started off at 280lbs.