I've just got back from a 10 mile run this evening. 10 miles of running on angry. Yet again my anger and frustration with life and work pushed myself all the way around my run. The higher heart rate and aggression partnered easily with my anger.
I hope this phase of being angry all the time goes a way soon.
Despite the long weekend up in London watching "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" I was still able squeeze in a couple of training runs. Gosh only 60 days to go until my Snowdon marathon.
The Joseph show was OK, I thought the director compromised on the show as it did not seem to flow very well. The performers were excellent, the narrator played by Preeya Kalidas was superb. (I could have done within out the kids in the show, I found them very annoying).
I went out for a 10 mile run. I achieved a PB. I was able to do this because I was angry and forgot about the running. The more angry I got the faster I pushed myself. As I approached the end of my run I had worked myself into such an angry state that I could have given Paula Radcliffe a run for her money. I would probably still be running if it had not have gotten dark.
Alas, my anger still resides with me and now causes me to be awake at 10 past midnight.
Hmmm..... anger..... good for training bad for sleeping !!!!!!
"Bjork - Play Dead"
Oh dear its Monday morning and the work week stretches out in front of me ...... I must stop procrastinating and get a grip.
Can I just go and hide?
I know, I'll go for a run at lunch time that will save me.
So its been two weeks since I came back from my holiday and earlier this week I finally snapped back into life. I had a shave (getting too much grief at work about growing a beard) and no.2 haircut. So that's it, back to humdrum.....
On Monday I mapped out a 12 week marathon training schedule. doh! I'm arelady behind as I've only managed a six mile run this week. Just about to hit the road for a nine mile run, although its just starting to rain!!!! oh well guess I'll get wet.
I met Martin Johnson yesterday. He came into my office as part of a corporate motivational talk, (my company is sponsoring the Rugby World Cup)
He's a great guy, although I did feel sorry for the chap, having to come to a very boring data centre with a load of blokes asking for his autograph every two seconds.......
Had a quick chat with him about the Tour de France, as he saw a stage while he was on holiday in France this year. Great guy told some good stories.
I normally don't have any problems sleeping, when my head hits the pillow I'm out for the count until the alarm jumps into life at 05:45am. However, last week at about 04:00am I just woke up, wide awake, just like that. Normally it takes several bashes of the sleep button before I actually wake up.
Being wide awake and nothing to do, I embarked on a very early morning run through the vineyards and countryside of southern France, it was fabulous despite a close encounter with a wild boar!!! I suppose I should go for a run this evening......... ... . . .... . blast this chair is too comfy .... maybe tomorrow!!!
We left our villa in France early Saturday morning (06:18am). It would take 13 hours to drive the 770 miles through France to our home in England.
Its about 8am, we are travelling along the A75 motorway and we are somewhere between junction 17 and 18. The road is fairly quiet and I can see a single blue car approximately 300 meters ahead of me.
There is a puff of dust, the blue car HITS the central crash barrier, my heart stops, the blue car spins up into the air. I look in rear-view mirror, I can see cars behind me, I try to finger the four way emergency indicators to come on, the blue car lands onto the road and debris flies everywhere, my speed has dropped to about 50 mph and I'm dodging glass and bits of car. The blue car is now on its roof spinning across the road, it hits the inside barrier and spins across towards the centre of the road. My speed is now down to 30mph, I'm following the blue car waiting for it to stop.
The blue car finally comes to a stop on its roof, I'm out of my car running towards the blue car. The road is so empty, I'm running along the motorway towards the blue car. It takes me about 30 seconds to reach the blue car. It might explode quickly pings through my head, there is no smoke, we will be OK.
I finally reach the car and as I do three guys crawl out. The driver has blood coming from his head, he's shouting and kicking his car, the passenger in the front seat has flesh torn up and down his left arm with blood everywhere, the third guy in the back seems ok.
They are standing looking at the car. I move them to the side of the road away from the car. I get the guy with the terrible arm injury sitting down, holding his arm in the air. The driver seems OK, despite what looks like raw flesh on his head. I'm by myself for about a minute when more people arrive.
