When bed seems like the better option.
Honestly? I want to run tonight about as much as I want to stick my head in the oven. In fact, sticking my head in the oven sounds warmer so...
But I will run. I will run with absolutely no enthusiasm, cursing every step and questioning - out loud - why I can't just be happy sitting on a sofa, getting fat and doing nothing with my life. WHY?!? They say running is supposed to make you feel better, get rid of all your stress and give you a positive outlook once you're finished. Bull****. Yeah, sometimes it does, but not on a wet, cold, miserable, windy night in January, on your own with nine horses still to feed afterwards.
There would be no point in keeping this blog if I was going to lie and tell you that running is the most fantastic, stress relieving pastime with all the benefits of a fortnight's break in the Caribbean, and it'll make you look like one of those A-List celebrity bouncing down a beach in LA wearing next to nothing. It's not and it doesn't. It hurts, and it's more likely to give you chill blains than a six pack if you do it in Scotland.
So woopedy-dee, here we friggin' go, time to tape up, lace up and suck it up. You lot better donate some bloody money for this.
4 hours later...
I did it. Am I filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling of satisfaction? No. I'm chilled to the bone and in eight and a half hours I've got to do it again so 'fuzzy' is not how I would describe how I'm feeling right this very second. However, on a more positive note - and there really does need to be one because I've been whingeing to myself for the last four hours - I'm not too sore and everything seems to be staying in one piece (shins, knees etc!). Last week I felt fully back on track again and this week looks to be turning out the same....touch wood!
Also, my story will be covered in tomorrow's Evening Telegraph so - hopefully - donations should start to come into the JustGiving page: https://www.justgiving.com/run-watson-run
But I will run. I will run with absolutely no enthusiasm, cursing every step and questioning - out loud - why I can't just be happy sitting on a sofa, getting fat and doing nothing with my life. WHY?!? They say running is supposed to make you feel better, get rid of all your stress and give you a positive outlook once you're finished. Bull****. Yeah, sometimes it does, but not on a wet, cold, miserable, windy night in January, on your own with nine horses still to feed afterwards.
There would be no point in keeping this blog if I was going to lie and tell you that running is the most fantastic, stress relieving pastime with all the benefits of a fortnight's break in the Caribbean, and it'll make you look like one of those A-List celebrity bouncing down a beach in LA wearing next to nothing. It's not and it doesn't. It hurts, and it's more likely to give you chill blains than a six pack if you do it in Scotland.
So woopedy-dee, here we friggin' go, time to tape up, lace up and suck it up. You lot better donate some bloody money for this.
4 hours later...
I did it. Am I filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling of satisfaction? No. I'm chilled to the bone and in eight and a half hours I've got to do it again so 'fuzzy' is not how I would describe how I'm feeling right this very second. However, on a more positive note - and there really does need to be one because I've been whingeing to myself for the last four hours - I'm not too sore and everything seems to be staying in one piece (shins, knees etc!). Last week I felt fully back on track again and this week looks to be turning out the same....touch wood!
Also, my story will be covered in tomorrow's Evening Telegraph so - hopefully - donations should start to come into the JustGiving page: https://www.justgiving.com/run-watson-run
The general feeling today.
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