Why I’m Not Running On The Day Before The Liverpool Half Marathon
I have this neurotic need to run 40 mile weeks without really stopping to think if it’s worthwhile at all.
This attitude almost ruined my Brighton Half Marathon and it’s ruined at least three long runs since then. I need to learn to relax and accept that I’ve done enough….but there’s always that nagging suspicion that I’m underprepared.
The existence of junk miles?
I will concede a point I made in a rant against Up And Running’s post on junk miles that I made in October.
Running 5 miles today wouldn’t have boosted my fitness for Sunday. Sure it might have gave me a minor boost mentally, but it would have left me feeling fatigued come Sunday.
In this case, running didn’t make sense.
Therefore I can understand why this could be construed as junk miles. If a run is actually gonna impede your progress, then there’s point in fucking doing it.
But I still believe that ‘junk miles’ is bullshit pandered out by precious elite runners who don’t like to see other hobbyists taking part in their sport.
I’ve gotta accept that I’m ready.
This week I ran an 18 mile run last week, 11 miles on Wednesday, 10 miles on Friday and I’ll be doing 13.1 on Sunday.
I’ve done all that I can for now and I just need to let go and enjoy myself today.
My only worry at the moment besides fiery death at 30,000 feet is shitting myself at 30,000 feet. I had a Bombay Bad Boy Pot Noodle for dinner AND for supper last night.
I’ve gotta be careful not to gas other passangers on the plane to death with flautlence.
Hopefully Easyjet seat me beside the toilet.
Right, I’ve only 5 minutes here before I’ve to head off for my plane, so fuck it, I’m off.