Mileage 0 - Weekly Mileage 6 miles
Blimey. The 100 is up. A century. A ton. A oner. One hundred days writing this blog. Three and a bit months. What is 100 days? It's a prison sentence for fraud, drunken driving or exposing yourself in a cinema, repeatedly. It's a commitment to AA (90 days but who's counting) It's a Dukan Diet, It's the time it feels watching 'Titanic'. It's quite a long time.
I'm pleased to have kept it up. Usually in cricket when you reach one hundred there is a loud round of applause then you buy a jug of strong lager and everyone gets pissed. Today i celebrated my century with a loud round of yawns and a jug of strong coffee and everyone talked of getting pissed. it was an AA meeting.
I am well chuffed i have kept up the blog, OK i haven't achieved some of my training goals and a sub 3 hour 30 marathon is looking unlikely, but i have enjoyed the process and discipline, freedom and cathartic experience of writing. I have had some really nice comments too, so that is a bonus.
Today was back to work after Easter, the South West Line was looking like one massive sugar hangover, as people squeezed into their suits and work clobber after indulging in a mass choc binge. I relented all weekend until i collapsed and ate 3 Easter Eggs last night. Shame they weren't the size of Dolly parton's knockers and if I'm being honest Thornton's eggs were average. I think Thornton's is a little like Keane. Popular, well known but massively overrated. Doesn't quite cut it for me.
Still, i wolfed down the egg in around 8 seconds. I eat like a dog. It's horrific. Especially when you live on your own. Going out for dinner with a human being is tough as you have to relearn everything. I mean a first date, somewhere classy and romantic, you know like a Harvester. It's not a good look to start licking the bowl is it? Behave Evans.
I'm also a total animal when it comes to Ice Cream. I literally cannot wait to get home after buying Haagen Dazs and start licking the top of it in the street like I'm chowing down on someone. It;s disgusting and i get so many strange looks off people. Especially as i have white ice cream dabbed all over my nose and face like I've just been Maid of Honour at Gay Pride. It's not a look FHM will be pushing this summer.
Wasn't feeling the training tonight, so hit a meeting instead. I think day on, day off will be sufficient with a longish run this weekend. Eat well next week and rest and then it will soon be the big day.
But what then? Shall i stop writing? Well i have thought about it and i reckon I'm going to continue the blog, maybe change the name, put it on it's own domain, not Google, to make it easier to comment. I think it will be a good discipline for me and if i aim to do it for the whole of 2012 it will be great as it will take in my whole 40th year, Olympics and provide a snap shop of a year in my life. Who knows i may even bag an article or column somewhere. Preferably in 40 +. (for those of you who don't know what sort of publication it is, you don't want to know. Put it this way, it's not Bible esque
Until tomorrow Peoples
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