Running To Hammersmith Again By The Thames
Forgot to call you all that last time especially the men. I hope you are all not dying of anything bad at the moment.
Went to Richard Herring’s Leicester Square Theatre Podcast last night. I drunkenly sent Richard Herring a copy of my book in the bad old Kentish Town days. I don’t know what I was thinking. Then again I don’t know what I was thinking writing the thing in the first place.
Got the tube home afterwards to Acton and ran as far as Heston before getting the 111 back to Heathrow.
Just under 10 miles tonight to Hammersmith along the Thames.
Bit of a shitty day so it was good to get rid of all the pent up energy. Waved at all the runners even if they didn’t wave back. I can’t let shitty days get out of hand so it’s always good to fight back and try to end on a high as often as possible.
Crossed over Chelsea bridge this time instead of the next one Westbound. It has no pedestrian crossing and is an absolute nightmare to get across. Crossing over just past Battersea is the best way. If you go any earlier you end up in some private gated community full of snotty bastards. No joy.
Stopped off at Wandsworth for some Root Beer at 10km. This shit used to be delicious but now it’s fucking rancid! Orgasms in the mouth and not in a happy way.
Finished on the Bridge at Hammersmith. After Putney it’s so deserted you only see the odd cyclist but for somewhere that’s only an hour from central London it’s really peaceful.
As for my rant last night I didn’t mean to sound jealous of elite runners as I am not. I admire them. I just hate the puritanical attitude that a lot of them adopt especially in the light of how ugly the competition is.
I also hate my competitive side. It makes me a fucking asshole. That’s why I stopped going to AA. It’s like a competition of who was the most depraved and who is now worthy of the most grace. When it comes to alcoholism I can only be the best alcoholic I can be.
A non practicing one. That’s why I am only interested in competing against myself. Too much to lose by losing myself in silly shit that doesn’t matter.
With alcoholism I can choose to be first or last today.