It must be a guy thing. Ladies never forget. Without fail, I always forget. ALWAYS! Without fail, I ALWAYS leave the house without taking at least 12 toilet rolls worth of tissue with me. Well, maybe that's going a bit overboard, but the ONLY time ever I've remembered to take tissues with me was on the LWR. Like a Prince saving his Damsel in distress, I fished a length out of my pocket (God, that sounds really suspect doesn't it?) and passed it to JuicyJu who luxuriated in blowing her "I s'pose" on said length.
I always get a runny nose, especially in this cold weather and it's infuriating to me that I never ever ever ever, have some tissues to blow my nose into. I can't bear sniffling like a teenager and I would NEVER do that footballer thing - you know the one? The one where they place a finger on one nostril and.......NOOOOO DAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! STOP!
So this morning was a hard run. Another hard run. I'm not feeling that good lately to be honest - nothing to do with ill health, just with all this pulled muscles business and leg strains etc, I'm feeling a bit below par. Each run is an almighty effort and I need to get that "tiger" feeling back again. I set out this morning to run 5K in a particular way - and it was thus ; to run slow enough, so that by the finish, I would be mentally and physically prepared to run another 5K immediately afterwards, thereby creating the scenario for Saturdays Richmond Riverside 10K run.
I failed.
By the time I'd reached my last few feet I was in shreds! Wailing, screaming and shouting to the heavens - "You baaaaaaasta**!!!" OK maybe I'm slightly over egging the pudding here, but I felt so spent, the thought of doing that again immediately after finishing was just never gonna happen. So what to do.
Answer? NOTHING! I aint doing sh**! I aint doin' nuthin' 'bout it! No sirrree. I'm just going to wait until the planets realign themselves, the solar eclipse does it's thing and the wind blows from the south. Once those things occur, I will once again be a running God.
IN the meantime I'm going to mentally prepare for Saturday. I know it's only 10K and for most of you "Super Graduates" out there it's just a wee trot in the park, but for me - it's MY PARIS. It's my LONDON. It's my BOSTON. (You get what I'm doing here right? Marathons? No? Oh well....) Saturday is going to be hard for me, but I'll do it and if I get tired during it, I'm gonna mutha f***n' walk!!!
But the main reason today's run was so hard is purely down to a terrible nights sleep. I was wide awake until 5am, got up at 9 and went for a run. No wonder it was tough. So I'm cool with that.
Must remember to bring tissue with me Saturday though. It might just make the difference!
Tally ho
Yer Pal
Dan.