Running Along The Thames Path Like A Sad Miner

Hey cunts

So I got my long run in today. 23km. The day didn’t start too promising. I was gonna head up the Grand Union Canal but the GPX of the Grand Union Canal Race wouldn’t load on my watch.

Don’t know why Fenix 3 watches struggle so much with 690kb files. You’d honestly think I was trying to stream 4k superporn from Mars by the way they struggle with loading times. Isn’t really acceptable in this day and age. Fenix 3s are enthusiast watches. They should be able to handle ultra bollocks.

So I fucked off back to bed and ate an entire tub of Ben and Jerry’s with the tiny tablespoons that Travelodge provide you with in their teacups.

My sheets look like I’ve been staging a dirty protest.

After a lot of coffee, I made it out of the hotel and ran towards Staines with the idea of trying to run along the Thames Path for a little bit. It was pretty good. There was a nice fireworks display on at Runnymede Pleasure Grounds and huge beacons outside.

This is my type of culture.

89km so far this week. Spent half an hour freezing my bollocks off at Staines after boarding a train at Windsor without a ticket. Had to change and buy one. Then I got an Uber back to the hotel from Feltham. No doubt I will be marked down for stinking out the cab. Don’t give a fuck. It was either this or running back and I’ve done more than enough running for one day.

Might leave a note for housekeeping tomorrow reading only “this isn’t shit on my sheets boss I swear”. That could be construed as an admission of guilt by some.

But some are wankers. I am housebroken.