Running The First Half Of London 2 Brighton Now
Today has been good. I called the organisers of London 2 Brighton and asked if I could do the first half (which is actually 56k) of the run. They agreed and sorted it out for me in minutes and it’s definitely for the best.
I couldn’t see myself completing 100k in those kinda conditions with my usual race tactics. I would have had to walk and I don’t like to do that in ultras anymore. My tactic is to get to a rest stop at all costs without stopping, resting for 10 minutes and then carrying on. If I start walking then my head drops and my chances of ever escaping Sussex becomes next to fucking nil.
I’ve nothing to gain from a 22 hour battle through the wilderness. It might be amusing to you, but for me it’s a fucking pain in the hole.
The 56k will be cool. I need a boost to my morale after Isle Of Wight and it’ll be great getting to Tulley’s Farm knowing that I don’t have to complete that slog down to Ardingly. Train home from Three Bridges, kebab and then relax. It means I’ll go into my long run a lot fresher next Thursday.
Saved £150 on a hotel too. Bought some Mizuno Wave 20 with the money. I’ll use those on my great run.
‘Why do you have to be this way?”
Ever ask yourself this question? Ever been asked a similar question by someone else?
I could maintain a healthy weight by eating like a healthy human being. 2,500 calories a day. 3 balanced meals. 1 good shit. Some exercise. And not 3,500 calories a day and 900 mile runs. I do despair sometimes.
If I knew a better way of living, I’d be living it now.
Reminds me of the time I was approached by an old friend from primary school when I was at my fattest in a bar. Only thing he said was “What happened to you Matt?”
Last time he saw me I was reasonably fit, happy, thin and 11 years old.
I had no answer then but I do have one now.
Grammar school, an indifference to rugby and angst worsened by the fact I was a teenage Manics fan. Also Toblerone, Southern Comfort and a lot of Joy Division records later on.
I don’t know the best way to live but something is driving me towards this Land’s End run. I dunno what. I just want to see more of Great Britain. I want to finally stop staring over my shoulder at my past.
I’m procrastinating. I could choose to stop doing that now. I won’t stop reflecting on the past after the run is over. It’s a convenient distraction.