Running 10 Miles Today To Make It 5,000 Miles Ran Since 2011.
I knew I had to go out and run at least 9 miles to end 2013 on a high and hit the 5,000 figure.
What I didn’t expect was for it to be such a great run.
December has been a shitty month for running. My body has been sluggish and I’ve struggled to even keep to a sub 10 minute mile average on each jog.
Today I went out and recorded my first sub 9 minute miles in ages on the 9th mile of my 10 mile run.
And then recorded a 7:56 as my last ever mile in 2013.
It was amazing.
Now for something less amazing.
Here is the post I was gonna post yesterday but it is so dreadful and inane that I’ve included it here for your viewing displeasure.
The post I didn’t post yesterday (as it is shit). It’s called “Running to Subway for Lunch”
Today I wanted to try something different for a change. I woke up tired, annoyed and with no energy.
I made the decision to jog slowly to the local sandwich shop and come home and eat it.
I opted to run to Subway.
The local franchise is only 1.2 miles away if I take a beeline to it, so I assumed that I’d be back home for about 2pm at the very latest if I set out at 1:30pm.
Being an obsessive runner, a bee line just wouldn’t do. The casual 1.2 mile jog ended up being 7.4 miles in length.
Here was my route.
I made it to Subway sweaty as hell and worried that they wouldn’t let me into the building (let alone serve me) for being so gross.
They let me into Subway.
Unfortunately there was an idiot ahead of me in the queue. She wouldn’t stop correcting the guy behind the counter. She was rude and obviously had a bone to pick with everyone that day.
She just wouldn’t leave him alone and I was already very hungry AND self-conscious about my body odour.
I was in my running clothes and trying to keep a safe distance from everyone in the queue to try to spare them the indignity of Eau De Angry Jogger.
After what seemed like an age I finally got to the counter, ordered my salad roll and started back on my homeward journey.
Running home with my Subway and drink in hand.
Now I’ve never ran with a Veggie Delite footlong sub and a Coke Zero tallboy in the other hand before, but it’s quite uncomfortable.
You can’t adopt your normal running stance.
You have to adapt. And adapt I did.
I wanted to try to make up my running miles for the day to a nice round 10 but to do that would have entailed running down gated communities holding my sandwich and drink.
Now as you already know I look weird.
And the best way to make yourself look even weirder is to run down footpaths past some houses, only to make an about turn carrying an overpriced roll and a styrofoam cup, like everything’s normal.
I got too self conscious and just ran the normal 1.2 mile route home. This is how the route is meant to look. It puts my earlier detour in context.
I made it home (at 4pm!!) to this ‘tasty’ roll.
I didn’t die.