Running 50 Miles In A Week Yet Still Feeling Disappointed In Myself.
This is a belated thank you to the last of the Indiegogo contributors who kindly pledged to fund the book.
Dan H, Eggshell Skull, Whitney D, Issi H, Wexter, Ryan McD (aka Razzle), Alison G, Marie And Nicole, Adele C, Michelle C, Steve H, Kerris, Jonny G, Scott F, Mark, Angilin.
I’ve been looking at distribution options for the book and am hoping to bring it to the iPad as well as the Kindle. I’m gonna secure 10 ISBN’s at the end of the month using your contributions and work on developing special editions for each platform.
Your contributions will also help..
- Hire a designer for the front cover.
- Hire a PR person to try to manage any press shit (I’d fuck that up by starting the press releases with “Hoy cunts!”
- Buy 150 Valium tablets down at Camden Lock Market to deal with the stress come November when the release date is looming.
- That last one was a joke.
Another reasonable week for running!
I say ‘reasonable’ but I can’t help but feel a little disappointed that I only managed 0.7 miles more than last week. I’ve been skipping the gym too often in favour of trips to the Chinese restaurant as well.
Still, I covered 50 miles and ran my fastest ever 10k on the treadmill on Monday night!
I should be happy with myself but I’m my own worst enemy at times.
My problem is that I excel at turning all minor victories into defeats. When I feel defeated, I act defeated and then eat like shit and do less exercise.
A positive attitude and approach is more helpful to me at the moment. The danger is that I find comfort in fearing and thinking of the worst.
When I believe that I’m gonna fail, the chances are that I will.
The fact is I didn’t fucking fail this week. I did 10 hours of exercise and ate reasonably well.
I will continue to improve.
But I want the struggle to be over. I want the point of no return where my fitness and wellbeing grows and I never look back.
I’m still a mess a lot of the time. My bed in my room here is covered in Pepperami wrappers.
I just know that I can be so much better than this and I can’t give in so easily to temptation.
Running in Tottenham isn’t much fun of late.
I think I’m gonna have to move from after my lease expires at the end of the month. The flat is great but I don’t honestly feel safe running in the area.
Far too many cars and roads to cross.
It’s not so bad when I run in the morning, but even then the run is bleak as I have to trek through industrial estates and urban areas.
Don’t get me wrong, there are a few cool nearby parks to run in namely Clissold and Alexandra Park! It’s just they are difficult to get too with many busy roads in the way.
I keep nearly dying whilst crossing the main road at Wood Green. Those incidents always ruin my run as I think about how close I came to meeting the reaper.
A run of hate after yesterday’s fun 16.22 miler.
My 9.3 mile run today pissed me off quite a bit. There were far too many football hooligans around looking for ‘banter’ and trouble. It didn’t help that it was match day and Tottenham High Road was covered with police and football fans.
I had to cut the run short as there was no room available on the footpaths and I didn’t have enough of a death wish to run in the bus lanes.
Next week I will be back to running in Hyde Park. The only danger in there are the stray dogs and the squirrels. If I bring enough Bombay Mix with me on the run then they shouldn’t be a problem!