The Anniversary Of The Great Dublin/Barcelona Debacle And An Excellent 13.5 Mile Run!
It’s been a year already since I made the mistake of traveling by bus to Barcelona from the Algarve on the eve of the Dublin Marathon 2011.
For those who haven’t heard the story before, here it is in full.
I can look back on it now and almost double over with laughter with how fucking stupid I was to attempt such a journey without a fucking notion of where I was going, but I think it was the wakeup call that I needed at the time.
Everyone has their limits. If you don’t sleep for over 2 days and are stressed out like fuck, then it won’t end well especially if you have nowhere to go and you don’t know the language of the country you’re in.
Ever since this experience I’ve made the point of trying to keep my head held high when on the run, as I could have so easily given up on running with shame after missing out on Dublin altogether.
However, having glanced over my race photos from November 2011 onwards, it dawned on me that I look more like David Blunkett leading a sleigh of guide dogs into a Nuclear winter than the confident, composed runner that I want to be seen as.
Back To Today
I couldn’t motivate myself into a run because of the rain and the wind outside so I watched The X-Factor to try to whir up some hatred within.
It worked after I watched a performance by a bunch of abortions with haircuts. Horrendous.
Within a minute I was outside and I completed a confident 13.5 mile run with a 9:59 min/mile pace. Fantastic given that I wasn’t gonna run at all because of the weather.
The plan for next week is to try to get in a 7 mile run on Tuesday or Wednesday and in the next few weeks to start aiming closer to 40mpw.
Good luck to everyone who is running the Dublin Marathon tomorrow!