Well. I honestly started drafting this post 16 days ago (according to my most recently saved draft history). I need to be better at this. If you’re a student/ young reader from the UK you may be familiar with the Tab. For those of you who aren’t, it’s a student led/oriented online publishing…tailored for students….
Tag: half marathon
Day ?— I Obviously Stopped Counting.
Let me contextualise this situation for you. Two days ago (Saturday; I’m writing this at midnight on Sunday) I was on what was —by anyone’s definition —a high. A really good one at that. I had pushed myself harder than ever before to dust out 6.02 miles (yes, that .02 counts) with a jacked…
Day godknowswhat- Triumphant Return or Blatant Stupidity?
Where to even start. It’s been…how long now? A while. It’s with a heavy heart I write this incredibly late post about how I ghosted for several weeks but then rose like a blue-eyes white dragon on yo’ ass to put myself back in the running. \Pun/ Sit down, babe. This is going to…
Day 16— “I hope that you see this through…”
Work, work, work, work, work, work He seh me affi Work, work, work, work, work, work.. So against my better judgment I went out today and I ran. Yes. A whole week off, and I’m back. I couldn’t make it through my 40-minute scheduled run, however. Sadly I could only push to about 25 before…
Day 15— Tomorrow I Run.
Heyyyyy check me out, posting on time and shiz. This is a short one I promise. That’s partly because I have run out of mundane updates to communicate to myself and you, lovely reader; and partly because I am typing this on a break from a mini dance session in my room. I know…
Day 14 — In my Defence..
bathos /’beɪθɒs/ [bey-thos, -thaws, -thohs] noun a ludicrous descent from the exalted or lofty to the commonplace; anticlimax. insincere pathos; sentimentality; mawkishness. triteness or triviality in style. It’s been a trying few hours. Today in and of itself was a bit shambolic. It started out a bit wonky, even, and this was almost a precursor for what was to come. So as aforementioned, I came back from mentoring on Thursday night completely exhausted…
Day 13— Lol, Who’s Counting…?
Not that anyone’s been keeping score, but I’ve tried to maintain the integrity of this doohickey by posting on-date, even if that’s by 11:57 with modifications to come later. Lol who am I kidding, no one is checking. But anyway, on the off-chance you/someone/big brother was watching, then said entity would notice I didn’t post on time…
Day 12— They’re all muddling together anyway
The days that is. More specifically, my days spent not-training for this damn half-marathon. Honestly, I’m contemplating whether or not I should even continue updating this thingamajig here on a daily basis as really and truly not much is changing. But then, perhaps its good. This is still giving me some of that disciple I wanted…
Day 11-Another Necessary Timeout
Welp. Here I am, still injured. Still very much in agony. This is not superficial pain okay— it is quite literally down to the bone. Again, there’s not much to say so I’ll make this brief. Today I was meant to do a 30 minute ‘Easy/Recovery’ run. That didn’t happen. I was hoping for an overnight…
|Week 2| Day 10- How will I go onnnnn
It’s another rest day. Nothing too exciting has happened in regards to training. Oh, except the fact that I have most definitely exasperated my knee problem. So I woke up disgustingly early to set off the fire alarm, twice [blow drying my hair] head to the office for the lab meeting. Walking up the steps with…
Day 9— Nine? Nein!?— Powering Through Pain.
Phew. It took us a few good hours to actually leave the flat (it’s also my mum’s birthday ❤ so we rang her for a bit) but I finally made it to the park again. For my ‘big Sunday run’. The predetermined distance itself wasn’t bad (3 miles), considering I’ve already been doing 3, or…
Day 8 – Retail Recuperation
Today— actual ‘rest day’—was largely spent scouring Westfield, doing some much-needed restocking… So my friend bailed on me for a trip to Amsterdam instead (SOML), but luckily I had Mel to accompany me for the day. [In my friend’s defence, this trip was well in the making; it was called off last minute— but I…
Running With No Lungs 