I like the rain and the darkness. I have good memories of the rain. I can come to no harm in the rain. The darkness offers it’s own protection. Sometimes I feel untouchable in the dark. In the right places.
The darkness with nothing there. Like my own darkness of nothing. A temporary place of safety. Where it doesn’t matter so much that I am alone and always have been because there’s nothing there anyway.
It would be nice to one day hold someone in the rain.
10 X 600 metre Intervals tonight. I left going out far too late again. Started them of with a bit of light. A very slow 10 minute warm up around the outside of the woods followed by the reps around the inner gravel track that is conveniently 833 metres or so long.
Running hasn’t been going well. I’m getting slower and slower and loosing my endurance as well. Sundays 23 miler was torture. It shouldn’t be that way. It’s my own fault for missing so many long runs and then thinking I could just piggy back onto my schedule. I didn’t walk which was something. Neither did I on my previous long run. I have found myself walking on a couple of other long runs preceding those. I’ve never done that before. I’m a runner, not a walker. Albeit a slow one. Harrowing considering my Half Marathon PB which had me finishing 20 seconds in front of second woman and 2 minutes behind first woman.
The intervals tonight, I did manage to find a bit of form. A relaxed stride where I felt as if I was floating along peacefully. They were all done above target pace. They had to be really because I’ve dropped my target pace down quite a bit. I’m hoping my loss of speed is down to my knackered hamstring.
You won’t find many runners rolling around on the floor like those poncy footballers do when they trip over daisy’s. Runners have niggles. Footballers have injuries that requires them to sit in their mansions while on full pay. Poor things. Having to play 90 minutes of football, run walking across the pitch. They’re lucky if they cover 5k a match and then have a bit of a moan if they have to play more than one match a week because they might get a bit tired.
Fuck off!!! I ran 75 miles last week with a knackered hamstring.
It had really started to get dark after the third interval tonight. No moon to light my way either. My Garmin has lost it’s beep so I was completely on my own with pacing and I couldn’t see the bloody thing either. Making things much more awkward than they should have been!
After completing all the Intervals I headed off back round the perimeter of the woods for my 10 minute cool down. Pitch black. Any nutter could have been out there. The only nutter I was aware of was me. My senses did there best to keep me on the path but I did end up in a bunch of thistles at one point. Not nice. I was very pleased that the woods are starting to get muddy again and that my hybrid shoes kept me upright. I haven’t tested my current pair in the mud yet. To stay on my feet in the dark was excellent.
