Mileage 4 - Brutal Hill Intervals; Weekly Mileage 17miles.
Evening (or morning) fellow jog bloggers. I'm writing yesterdays blog today at nearly midnight Friday, which makes it tomorrow. That will mean by the time i write tomorrows blog (ie today, Friday) It will actually be tomorrow. Confused? I am.
Christ, i haven't been this confused since i mixed LSD and MDMA years ago. That really was a cluster fuck. Try doing a stock take on that shit, it's what i used to do every Sunday night after a weekend of caning it. Turn up at the all night garage for my night shift sparkling off my box, only to have to count the entire stock on 'handover'. I knew i was in trouble when the count got to 3 Biscuit and Raisin Yorkie bars before they turned into Dragons and danced merrily with the Double Deckers.
I couldn't really share that one with Alan Dixon, who i was 'relieving'. I hated that term when it came to taking over from someone on a shift. According to the manager i had to 'relieve' Alan every night at 7pm. He was a 68 year old Racist with a wooden leg, The thought of 'relieving him' & giving a hand job let alone seeing him shoot his racist little load on my palm was disgusting and Certainly not for £3.85 per hour.Minimum wage. The manager was paid more than me, why didn't he do it?
Anyway that was years ago. I digress.
Today's headline news - Alcoholic friend still drinking, Painful to see the disintegration and sad nature of the illness at work. I feel a mix of so many emotions, mostly sad and angry - a weird disabling mix, as ultimately it is like watching a very slow car crash.
Me nan, no change. Still not eating and i am off to see her on Saturday. Hard to believe a 96 year old hasn't eaten hardly anything for 10 days and still fighting like mad. Remarkable. I won;t share with her i've got a slight pain in my fit this weekend then.
Training wise, foot felt a bit iffy so headed to gym. Did 1 mile easy on warm up, then x5 brutal 2 minute hills up to number 11 incline. Brutal but good sesh. Wrapped up after 35 mins and 4 miles sufficiently buggered, gulping air and regretting i have smoked so much as the lungs felt hotter than Anthony Worral Thompson's shopping basket.
That's it really. Today won;t go down in the annals of history as an amazing day. Pretty average today, though the one thing that brightened it up was a smile from an attractive girl on Cheapside Street Corner. Oh god, i just saw that sentence. To any reader, they are thinking, "You twat Evans, that's a hooker" - Fair enough but it was 8am in the morning! #latenightproz
All in all a decent day, nothing to rock the boot and now for some well needed rest
xx
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