Just did a 7.2k round run with an hours strength and agility training in the middle (running around a park with a dozen other oldies laughing our heads off playing games involving teams and running around cones). After my 10.44k run Tuesday morning to clear my head for interview then the 3k dash the same evening, I'm feeling pretty good. If you include Saturdays parkrun I've done 20.64km (nearly a half marathon) this week. I often talk about how I don't really feel like a runner - just someone who happens to do struggle-runs, but I've hit this point before (usually preceding a terrible injury) where I'm in that weird transitional phase where I'm on the cusp of crossing over. I feel good. I feel fit. Mentally I'm feeling pretty good. I'm still dad-bodding it to the MAX, but I'm not too worried about that at the moment. If this is the shape I'm meant to be, then that's how it is and I accept me. I'm a curvy boy (sorry I appear to have gone insane I don't know why I'm talking like this). TLDR - conversation with the me that didn't want to go earlier.... Well done, mate. Great job. Thankyou for persevering. It is super appreciated. All it takes to feel good is hours and hours of obsessively repetitive physically difficult activity! Hurrah! What a very stupid design, humans are.
As always I am mortified that anyone might actually read this load of old self-indulgent nonsense, and so I shall leave you with this....
IT'S ONLY ATTERS AND ORANGUTANS WHO LIKE DIY!
