It's Sunday and according to my "running schedule", aka a book written in the mid-nineties I bought off Amazon five mins after Googling "marathon / running / absolute beginners", I'm supposed to go for a run today. I didn't, I opened a bottle of red wine instead.
The book was written pre-apps, pre-running mileage watches, pre-fancy footwear, GPS, pedometers, calorie counters, heart rate monitors, and it was only when the author suggested 'mapping your running route on a map' I realised when it was written! A map? Is it 1814?
Fook it, I like my book, I like the fact it insists I need only run four times a year, whoops, I mean week, as opposed five (Runners World it aint). I like the fact there's no mention of times and 'personal bests' or PB's, as they're known (amazing I know this already). I love the fact my ancient book promises only one thing: I will finish the marathon be it in 10 hours or 15, whether I crawl or am rolled over the finish line by a kind volunteer, it will happen, a fact that's good enough for me.
It's December, I was supposed to run today but I chose to drink wine instead. As you can tell, training is going ever so well. In other news, I've found an amazing mileage running watch with built in GPS, pedometer, calorie counter and heart monitor. Now that's what I call multitasking fashion.
Jogging on....
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