I’ll never learn. Plan was to do graduation run early this morning whilst a bit cooler. Thus the usual insomnia makes a return, and I toast the morning sun with a brew before catching a couple of hours sleep. That’s no way to prepare... plus by the time I laced up it was half 10. No problemo says the BBC, it’s only 20 degrees. I’ve eaten and hydrated properly, I’ll be slow but should be ok!
Load up the list with a mix of the heaviest metal legally available plus a few ballady type major key lifters. Never mind running, I will soar on the wings of demons, or sail across the line with a horde of Vikings 😂😂
Started off ok, got to the halfway bell at the furthest I’ve ever got. Paid for it on the return.
“Destroy everything “ blasts into my skull. I’m near dead but will not stop. I know I can give up on a run.... but this is not that day.
MJ is so bored of my 16 week journey he just grunts and mumbles some stuff with a mouthful of magnum dark choc ice.
My normal finish point is acres away but I get the 60 second countdown. BBC app was wrong, it’s nearer 25 and I don’t care if the distance is shorter...this is about endurance 🤘
I stagger over the line to the strains of Bruce Dickinson’s solo offering “tears of a dragon “, elated I join the chorus complete with air guitar. It was disappointing that MJ wasn’t even bothered to turn up to congratulate me. Man, I thought we had a bond 😆
But, done. I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I’ve been told off for using a fruity form of language in the past, but to all the school bullies, PE teachers and fitness zealots who’ve put me down all through the years ... we’ll you can read my lips
BOOM!!