Shame! Shame! Shame! Fie on you, you pox ridden layabout! You lazy corpulent gasbag! You disgust me in your indolence!
*Pelts with rotten fruit*
So, yeah. I stopped running due to a combination of sickness and lack of running gear. I am now however healthy and suited up so this awful state of affairs will be sorted out tomorrow, tomorrow I am the Running Man.
Without all the random death hopefully. I reckon I’m gonna go back to week 3 on my programme and get going from there. It’s gonna HURT.
So, the big question is, am I still running?
The big answer is YES. I’m actually loving the shit out of it. However, the little answer is, not nearly as much as I should be. Rather unsurprisingly, the Christmas period put me in a bit of a physical malaise. So, I’m going to start again fulltime once I’ve gotten rid of this bloody cold that’s currently plaguing me and filling my entire being with a nebula of mucus.
This was a bit of a shit week, only managed to go twice rather than the required three times. I managed to pull m’right calf and become slightly lazy as a result.
I’m coming to a point now where like, running outside is a genuine pleasure, even when it’s absolutely freezing. I run the same route, round and round my block, so it’s a pretty quiet run. No-one really gets in my way, I can concentrate on technique and listen to my ipod. This week I’ve started listening to Podcasts, most specifically The Moth. For those who don’t know what the Moth is, feel free to read an account of my experience of it. I recommend it heartily.
I’m fully focused on getting back into it on my third week. I’m liking running. It’s heartening.
So, the first week is done and dusted and I have to say it went AWESOME. Three times I went forth into the world, three times I stomped the streets with a vison of a better world permeating my brain, one with hard abs and meticulous calorie control, where all will see my plodding step and be inspired to change their world for the better.
Week two should be fun, except for the fact that it’s bloody freezing outside today.
I got the app, I listen to this:
Blood Bros: First Blood by Mad Decent
I could run forever.
There are many things in life that I will never do.
Not because I can’t do them, although that’s almost certainly the case too, but because I don’t have the will to make them so. They are, put simply, not my bag.
Climb Everest wearing a turn of the century diving suit.
Go Skydiving from a Space Shuttle.
Start a fight with someone twice my size.
Eat Mushrooms.
Of course, this is hardly strange, most people prefer to not throw away their lives indulging in lunatic pursuits that defy the normal arena of human limitation. Most of us everyday Joe’s are pretty happy with the small milestones. The little levels of achievement.
Go to the Gym every day.
Eat a Healthy Diet.
Have a job that makes a difference.
Get the love of a good* woman.
And then there are those of us for whom these little merit badges are actually as far away from our area of comfort that they may as well be in the first category. Yes, those of us on the couch are a sad lot, living a lifestyle of diminishing returns, prisoners of an island of comfort, eternally looking either bored or stupid, but in the end we’re both.
But not me.
TOMORROW I START MY RUNNING CAREER. THIS TIME IT’S GONNA HAPPEN. ALL I NEED IS A PLAN THAT TELLS ME WHAT TO DO
*Live.
