the other day (saturday) i ran ten miles. i ran from checkpoint 'finish' to fourteen and back. i realised on the day i was going to set off that i had not planned nearly as much as i should have. i thought. doh, how will i camp, what bag shall i take and omg i forgot to get camp food... anyway to cut a long tory short (im quite ready for bed), i ended up riding my motorbike 40 odd mile to Coniston, getting changed in the public toilets, chaining my helmet to my bike and strapping the very heavy motorcycle jacket to my bag, off i went p the mountain. the shoes were very comfy and got loppy in no time at all but dried almost instantly. i handled it very well, it was very fun and i can compare it to mountain bike riding as you have to pick lines because of the speed at which your traveling over slippy, unstable, rocky ground.
i found the track way too easy to run from, only stopping a couple of times to make sure i was on the correct paths (i was). i realised when i hit the first real hill that wow, i was i need of more training. my lungs couldn't get enough air and my body aching alover. i found stopping helped alot, but i cant be stopping every other few minutes in the 100 miler can i, therefore im glad i started this early. my body is adapting very well, very well to say its only my third official week...
i must've looked like a guy on ecstasy earlier when i was running in the dark by the canal, dancing to my bassline album -jamie duggan haha. you should see what i'm like dancing to Canned Heat's Going up the Country ha-ha
by the way i realise the very sloppy language and grammar in these recent posts. its the end of VERY LONG days...
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