Stopping At 11 Miles On A Long Run Because Of Heat Exhaustion And Eating A ‘Racist’ Dinner.
Last night was a bit of a blur. Too much beer around Shoreditch and Camden and I can’t remember the exact moment I got home. I remember sitting at Euston tube station and singing ‘Down at the Tube Station At Midnight’ to myself and that was it.
I was also impersonating the automated recording of the Tube lady who announces the tube Station.
“This is Kings Cross St Pancras! Change here for rent boys, gangsters selling mashed up cake as heroin and a fucking library!”
Anyway I awoke this morning and my head was a little rough but I sent no embarrassing texts nor did I shit anywhere where I shouldn’t have. This was a victory for me.
It was a great night out with the guys from Rumble Labs from Belfast.
Running with a headache.
I went out at 3pm for a run knowing that it was gonna be a struggle. The hangover grew worse as the day progressed and the temperature outside crept up to 28C by the time I started.
I headed along the Lea Valley towpath again and got as far as Waltham Abbey in Hertfordshire, which is just past the M25. In my mind I wanted to complete a long run of over 16 miles but unfortunately my body wasn’t ready for it.
Calling it quits.
I stopped running at 11 miles. In the past I’d have been disappointed in myself for quitting, but it was simply too warm.
I walked the rest of the way home to Tottenham and stopped a lot to pick blackberries off of the hedges. Never in my life before have I picked and ate wild fruit and I was sorta concerned that I’d poison myself but it turned out to be great.
By the end of the journey I’d started running again as I was gonna be late for the laundrette and I’d have had no clothes for this evening otherwise.
It may be tempting to wander around London naked at the moment because of the heat, but I value my freedom.
A racist dinner or a celebration of good food?
Tonight I’m taking it much easier with a dinner of fried chicken, grape soda and watermelon. I’m not sure if this is racist or not. I certainly didn’t mean it to be that way.
I mean, anyone who is normal recognises that fried chicken, grape soda and watermelon are fucking amazing together. In my mind this shit should be served every Christmas day instead of that awful turkey nonsense.
The fact I’m eating this in bed is a bit disgusting but then again I’m a pig.