Today I Went On A 10 Mile Walk Through The East End. I Also Had A Shitty Run.
Today started off with some serious fatigue. I don’t really drink enough alcohol to get a hangover anymore but instead it seems to make me dreadfully tired.
I only got out of bed as I heard a huge buzzing noise around my head. It was a bee. I freaked out like the little girl that I am and started out on what turned out to be a 10 mile walk.
I found the Hackney Marshes towpath and followed it until Hackney Wick. It was beautiful seeing all of the houseboats on such a lovely day.
I must have taken around 8 wrong turns in the East End as I got totally lost in some godawful estate inside Mile End.
Fortunately the only bad thing to happen was my encounter with a drunk. He was sitting down at a bus stop and I could see he had vomited right in front of him. It didn’t help that he was clutching a can of Tennents Super.
As I walked past him in silence he growled ‘where’s your fucking manners boy. Are you not gonna say hello?’
Obviously not. I couldn’t offer him any words of comfort being a bit of a pisshead myself. Besides, I was too busy eating a blue ice pop to care.
Tonight I ran 6.87 miles in 64 minutes and it was an absolute pain in the ass. Stones kept finding my way into my shoes meaning I had to stop twice.
Then I noticed that my watch had ran out of power and I stopped altogether.
The frustration got to me and I took off my shoe before smashing it against the pavement. My original plan was to throw it into oncoming traffic but that would’ve been a bit excessive.
Sometimes I think that the only reason that I run is to count miles like a retard on my watch. When the GPS facility isn’t working I seem to lose all interest.
Anyway I’ve ran 43 miles this week already and I’m certain I can do at least 10 more tomorrow.
This is only true if I avoid more shoe stones and alcoholics.