Running 18.5 Miles Today and Recording Another Sub 50 Minute 10k In The Gym On Thursday.
Well it has been a fucking weird week so far. I’m writing to you tonight from Brighton where I’m currently having a little weekend break away from London.
Earlier today I ran 18.5 miles which involved 25 laps around Bruce Castle Park in Tottenham.
From the start I was making up for a missed run on Friday. I tried to take my mind off the number of miles I had to run and focused on zoning out and making it as bearable as possible.
In the end I finished quite strong with a 9:58 min/mile average pace.
My problem is that my consistency sucks when it comes to hard weeks. I seem to be able to only put 2 together before having a bad week.
I’m not giving up on this though.
If I run 11.16 miles in Brighton tomorrow then it will be another 50+ mile week. This is gonna fucking happen!
A week of progress in the gym and on the road.
As I reported in my last post I recorded my first ever sub 50 minute 10km on Monday.
I went to the gym on Wednesday with the intention of trying to do an hour of cross training and perhaps record another fast 10k.
I got into the changing room and sat there for 15 minutes in a daze.
I couldn’t move. I’d ran 10 miles that morning and just didn’t have the energy to go through with yet more exercise.
Anyway, the only thing that made me get me up was the realisation that my blank gaze was being met by men’s hairy asses.
This was disturbing so I fucking bolted and spent the evening eating Haribo in bed like a great big pussy.
Disaster struck sometime during my sleep that same evening. I got up and realised that I’d fallen asleep with the Haribo in my bed and my bedsheets looked like someone or something had an intergalactic wank all over them.
The next night I went back to the gym and ran a 10k in 47:30 which was 40 seconds faster than my time on Monday.
The most impressive thing about the 10k was that I ran 2 miles just before it but had to step off the treadmill due to intense gastric distress.
I was forcing my speed on that first aborted run and I was close to a 45 minute 10k.
It was frustrating to have to start over again but there’s no way in fucking hell that I was risking having an accident indoors.
Anyway I’m really goddamn tired tonight so I am heading to bed now.
Up bright and early for my run tomorrow.
I hope to maybe see some of you Brighton runners out along the seafront!