The Book Tower

I’ve surprised myself recently with how pathetic my reasons are becoming for not going running. Some spoilt running opportunities over the last week:

Friday evening. Friends staying. Eating and drinking.

Saturday morning. Hangover.

Saturday afternoon. Take my daughter to see Cars. I really enjoy it, although the flashing animation at the beginning brings on a mini-migraine, so I spend the first half of the film thinking I’m going to pass out. I regain some normality for the second half.

Saturday evening. Friends still staying. Eating and drinking.

Sunday morning. Hangover. Greasy breakfast.

Rest of Sunday. I seem to have bought three times as many Sunday papers as usual. Reading them puts off running.

Bank Holiday Monday. Trip to Weston-Super-Mare.

Rest of week. Too busy working.

Friday night. Other activities prevent running, such as eating, television and internet.

Saturday morning. Shopping and updating blog.

Saturday afternoon. Schools sports activity day (note: I am cast as an observer only).

Saturday evening. Finish reading Syd Barrett biography. Telly. Curry.

Sunday. Friends visit. All day taken up by them, although we briefly chat about running.

So rather than continue to keep this fool’s diary I decided to get out there and run.

Yesterday I embark on my early evening jog and consider that this might be make or break time. I have a half marathon to run very soon and I just don’t know if I’m up to it.
Setting off round the park at a slow pace and considering what other words I can empthasise on the Jog Blog I find I’ve twice, three, four times lapped the park without too great an effort. Other runners come and go while I am still going round. Two men on a bench call out “keep going! Keep fit!” (I don’t look at them, so it’s possible that they were winos, but I appreciate their support).

I finish although there’s more puff in me, but I’ll save it for later in the week. As for the half marathon, I might just do it! Yeah, I’m going to kick ass. I get back home and my wife informs me that I look well. She also reminds me that four times round the park and back isn’t in the ‘thirteen point one miles’ league…

Watch this space.