I had a serious sense of humour failure on today’s run – I am so INDESCRIBABLY sick of hitting the 10 minute running wall and failing to smash through it, climb over it, skirt round this impasse or crawl under it. So much so, the ensuing hissy fit was pretty intense – think 2 year old teething brat x 10 billion and that was me - my mood was not helped by the fact that, for some strange reason, today I went running without my gloves – assuming that a sunny day in January would be balmy – BIG MISTAKE - my fingers were so cold I was experiencing INTENSE pain, which of course alleviated my mood and my love of running massively. If only I could $%&$** run, I would be able to keep warm.
I got nowhere near to my 10km distance today which was imperative to get me back on track to my weekly 40km target.
In short I HATE running. I LOATHE Janathon. I DETEST my 10 minute boredom threshold and I ABHOR my feebleness when it comes to running and I have NO FREAKING IDEA how I’m going to drag my lazy butt to run 10km everyday in just 10 days (despite everyone's belief that I can do this)
MAJOR $**%^&*$
There’s nothing like giving yourself a Timeout, aged 27. xx
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