There Is A Lot More To Running Than Races
But also a lot less.
I was annoyed by some of the responses to this tweet by SecretCambridgeRunner last night and it set me off on a bit of a rant about those who look down on not ‘racing’ an event.
Question for you all: Is it ever okay to use a race as part of a training run? Today I ran the superb #bonfireburn10k in Histon as part of my HM training, then made up the remaining miles by running home….🏃🏃🏃
Is this socially acceptable in the running community?@UKRunChat
— SecretCambridgeRunner (@CBsecretrunner) November 4, 2018
I see people all the time entering races only for it to go wrong and for them to stop running, in disappointment at themselves.
This kicks off a cycle of self hate, weight gain and weight loss. Consistency becomes impossible. The post marathon blues is a real phenomenon where you spend 2 weeks undoing or actively reversing the progress you made over the last few months. And guess what? A lot of people never return to running as the cycle is fucking hateful.
Consistency comes from knowing why you run. The alternative of me not running is falling into poor mental health again. It’s pretty fucking dangerous and a much higher priority than getting a medal and some manky snack bars after a couple of hours running.
I get some telling me that I don’t actually run and that’s OK. I probably don’t. But it doesn’t stop me from doing what I’m doing as it’s clear for most people that what I’m doing is having a positive effect on my life.
I feel better. Life is going better. If letsrun.com aren’t happy with what I do then it’s good because I don’t run and I am not hoping to impress them or anyone anymore.
That’s why I start each blog post with hey cunts. Kills any commercial potential. I ask any influencers who approach me with sponsored blogs to submit their content with the opening Hey cunts and to list 2 things that Josef Fritzl did good as a closer before I’ll publish what they write.
It took me to fall into the way of alcoholic reclusion to understand that I am responsible for my own wellbeing. Waking up from dreams where I had been running only to see cans of Zwyiec everywhere and then realising I hadn’t run for 2 fucking months was a pretty hopeless experience.
If I’d adopted the mentality that I could only enter races to race them then I’d have finished a long time ago. Perhaps I am weak and perhaps this blog is a celebration of that. That’s good. It’s a reflection of who I am at any one time.
I went through a tough time after Lejog and I was able to survive it by running a mile at night sometimes. Those runs maintained my record and reignited my spark after I thought I was stalling. The old me would have just given up and returned to self loathing. I chose not to do that this time.
Runners are a bunch of neurotic cunts. Those at the top are puritanical wankers who have such a skewed view on the world they’d happily see the death penalty introduced for drug cheats because “he runs faster than me mummy and his piss fizzes, wah!”. This is what you’re up against. The best of us are still fucking insane. It’s up to you to create your own meaning with running/jogging/plodding, define your direction and to do it so it pleases you.
I don’t really engage with the non ultra running community anymore as it’s full of true neuroticism. Ultra runners are still mad bastards but they seem to have accepted their madness and have let it transform them in spectacularly beautiful ways.
Whole idea of being an influencer is ludicrous. Anyone who promotes a brand religiously doesn’t understand free market capitalism and is being played like a rusty set of bagpipes by shitcunts like ASICS who can’t employ child slaves quick enough so that you can enjoy the brand experience of your new rides. As a brand influencer I think you all should go into Runners Need or Sports Direct and steal the fucking treadmills. That’s right. Do it. Go on. At lunch as well. Call an Uber as a getaway car. Good strength training.
I don’t read any of the running magazines as they are all about trying to make you hate yourself enough to buy what they are selling.
The only person I’m interested in one upping is myself. Setting my own silly goals and going on my own silly adventures. That’s life innit.
I’m not gonna die happy knowing I finally cracked the 4 hour marathon. I’ll die happy knowing I ran the Reeferbahn backwards whilst having an international arrest warrant on my head from Interpol.
Life is short. Use any race you want as a training run. Invent your own races to use as training runs. Just do something. If it excites you it’s probably a good thing. Those who will piss on your parade aren’t important. The world is full of sad horse headed dour Presbyterian cunts who are like joy vampires. The sun rises and they wilt inside and they have to bring everyone down with their cringing pain.
Be a freak, fuck a nun, walk your next marathon after starting from the front. Have some fun.
Or race every run if it’s what excites you.