Running 77k This Week, Remembering the 100k Failure & Cunt Spurs Fans.
I hope your faces aren’t hurting you too much.
I ran earlier in Tottenham but it was only a 16k as I was feeling a bit jaded after 3 consecutive days of running. I try to run 80km/50 miles a week and I hit 77km this week. My body doesn’t want to run tonight so I’m not forcing it to.
This time 3 weeks ago I was sitting in the bar area of Newmarket Road Travelodge in Cambridge eating a burnt Chicago Town pizza after the failed 100k attempt. I was going to complain to the waitress but my body and my soul were hurting too much.
I ate the charcoal/pizza and it made me thirsty. I drank a bottle of red wine and went upstairs and listened to Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard on repeat.
I was close to sawing my arm off as a tribute to the band by becoming a one armed wanker.
The failure with the 100k was a blessing in disguise. 2 weeks later I completed the 50k and I’m now in the position where I want to take on more challenges.
I’ve been finally losing weight steadily and I’m down to 213lbs but I really want to be below 210lbs as soon as possible. This time last year I was 195lbs and a bit miserable to be honest. I became complacent which is how I gained 25lbs in less than 2 months.
This time I won’t be complacent. I won’t be speeding up either. Running is about managing my weight and feeling better about myself by running long distances.
A bit on cunts.
Sometimes I am the target of ‘banter’ from Tottenham fans on match day and they will make a comment about how I run or my appearance. I’ve got into the bad habit of blowing kisses at the fuckers.
I hate sports cunts. I hate ‘banter’. I hate all the macho jock bullshit and it’s perpetuated by the usual dim-witted, fuck head who works in a factory 80 hours a week and his only pleasure in life (apart from trying to forget his wife’s face) is shit-stirring.
The only saving grace is that he’s likely to be bum-raped at an EDL rally by someone twice as hateful and repressed as himself.