I've mentioned before that sometimes it can hard be hard to stay motivated for this running lark. 100's of hours spent on the floor stretching and rolling tired muscles, dark nights slogging round local roads in the wind and the rain trying to get the miles in. All those evenings when you think "a beer would be nice" and you don't because there's running to do and you need an early start, all those chocolate bars and fizzy drinks that you don't have because you don't need those empty calories. Days spent fretting about niggly little injuries, 100's of pounds spent on Physios and other magic cures to fix the more serious problems. "The Emma" constantly complaining about the mountain of washing I make, even more so in the winter when it's cold and a couple of layers are required. The pairs of trainers, hats, foam rollers, weights, and other paraphernalia that clutter up the house and get in the way. Sometimes, I think "what the hell am I doing this for"? And then a couple of times a year it all falls into place and you think "that's why" I thought about staying up and having a few beers last night, and then I thought, no there's running to do. So, up at dawn and out with the other local lunatics for 8 slow and steady miles in the dawn cool (that's a figurative dawn cool as it's still 26 degrees and pretty humid).
But by f**k those 8 miles more than made up for a years worth of trying to stay motivated, missed beers, washing complaints, expensive shoes and all the other stuff!
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Paul PerrattOld enough to know better, young enough to still feel invincible, stupid enough to keep on trying the same thing again and again. Cyclist, Gardener, Runner, Hiker, Cook, Woodworker, Engineer, Jack of all trades and master of none, Anti social old git and all round miserable bugger. Archives
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