Running 18.2 Miles Through Hertfordshire When I Was Actually Supposed To Run 20.
I started off at Hertford East with the idea of running all the way back to Tottenham and running 20 miles to try to inspire some confidence in my ability to run these 4 marathons coming up over the next 2 months.
Unfortunately I only managed 18.2 miles. My pace was a 10:10 min/mile which is so far off the speed I need to be running at for a sub 4 hour marathon that at 15 miles my mind just surrendered to another bad run.
It’s not all bad news though.
I fought through the pain barrier and got to just short of Picketts Lock in Edmonton. When runs have become tough in the past my inner negativity has come to the fore and consumed me.
This time I succeeded in taking my mind off the frustration and continued on through everything, even when it seemed totally hopeless.
I wasn’t gonna run any faster by blaming myself for past mistakes. I wasn’t gonna get get home any sooner by caving in again.
The only way to get through all of this shit is to keep fucking moving.
Fuck the bastard mind.
I battled on until 18.2 miles, then I stopped just before Picketts Lock
I was glad that I carried on past 15. In many long runs I’ve struggled to make it through 15 miles without capitulating altogether. To make it through 15, 16, 17 and then 18 miles was something of a victory.
It’s just a shame that i had to walk the rest of the way home which was close to 3.75 miles.
This wasn’t easy, especially with 18 miles already my legs. Picketts Lock is about 2 miles from the North Circular Road in Tottenham which in itself is close to 2 from where I’m living.
I walked those first 2 miles in fear for my life. It was starting to get dark and I was in no state to fight off rapists or murderers. The only thing that kept me going during that dark hour was the faint glow of the Tesco in Tottenham a few miles in the distance.
But inside I knew that there was no way in hell I was gonna have the patience or the strength to walk it all the way home, so I crawled to the North Circular Road and flagged down the first bus that came.
And it went in absolutely the wrong direction.
I was too tired to check the front of the bus for the destination and when I heard it was going to Walthamstow Central 1 mile into my journey I just accepted that it’d have to get the Tube home all sweaty.
I kinda wanted my old landlord in Sydenham Hill to be there on that very train just so that she could experience how bad I can smell after 18 miles of running and doubt.
All of her precious fucking Glade Plugins in the world wouldn’t have been able to save her from the stench of an Irishman on the brink after 30km.
I tried my best to stand in a position on the bus where I was far away from everyone as possible, but people kept boarding the bus, thinking that making very loud phone calls right beside me would be a good idea.
Only 1 week until Loch Ness now.
I’m not really in the best condition for Loch Ness but I’m gonna try to make the best of it. I’m still down by over 14 pounds since I moved to London and I’m getting stronger with my shorter runs.
There’s hope yet.
I finally booked my flights and accommodation this week and I’m annoyed by the fact that I’m having to stay in a Youth Hostel for £55 a night. Especially when I’ve just booked a 3 star hotel in Munich for £60 and my 9 night stay in Vegas came to just under £300 for the hotel.
Since I’ve planned this all last minute I’m flying from London Luton to Inverness on Saturday morning which is OK. The painful bit is the journey back to London.
I’m going from Edinburgh-London as it was too expensive to fly from Inverness.
The race starts at 10am and my train leaves for Edinburgh at 15:12.
If I’m anywhere close to a 5 hour marathon then I’m really gonna be screwed in so many ways that it hurts to even think about it now.
I’m not gonna let this happen.