#runningfail

It hurt A LOT. I didn't warm up properly and it was awful awful awful. But it was sunny and a nice temperature but it's like, I'm so paranoid of my housemates/the world at that time in the morning. I need to leave earlier to get any benefit or hide well, but I need to warm up better in the mornings. It really really fucking hurt!

Haven't run in a week. I actually did 14km but I walked the last two home because my knee felt like it was being ripped out of the socket so I stopped somewhere outside the Imperial War Museum at 12km. This was EFFING HARD. And this week I need to try to run Wednesday, and maybe the weekend, and I have a mega mega mega job interview on Friday. Which I'm now jinxing by talking about it but oh well. Who reads this anyway. I'm documenting my running life. By the way, it's a month til my half marathon and I can't even run halfway. Considering pulling out. We shall see.

Trying this annoying thing of running everyday for 30 days. Because I just need to force myself to do it. Yesterday I managed a loop of Stockwell in a decent ish time and I felt okay. I tried strapping my ankle with KT tape and the tape just hurt my arch and pissed me off. Today I've tried running home and got so pissed off with the sheer number of people in central London I've switched it off in Covent Garden and once again just taken the damn strapping off. Might try to run again when I get to embankment but right now I'm walking though Trafalgar Square fighting hoards of people and my misbehaving hormones and uterus. Fuck menstruation.

12km fail I managed 4 km and then my ankle literally died. Felt like someone was cutting the front of my ankle with scissors. So I walked to Victoria to try and treat myself to Crosstown Doughnuts. Walked an extra 2km, couldn't find the damn place so ended up just going home. What a fail of a run. I was so ready for a long one. Ugh.

Is this an ethnic parent thing? I don’t understand why they can’t understand that me even lacing up my trainers is a big deal. There’s so many rules and regulations to follow. Running is just free time. Which apparently is both unsafe and unnecessary. Or so I am taught and told. And now it’s Sunday morning, it’s Father’s Day. My dad has gone to the cash and carry to buy stock for the shop, my mom is making food for my brother to take home and I am standing in the shop, serving customers, in my full running gear and sports bra. I have been ready to go for an hour and a half and lo and behold - now I’m not going. If I go now, I won’t be able to help when dad comes back, and Mom won’t be ready in time for us to leave at 1pm on the dot to go out and watch the cricket. It’s all a horrible timescale here wherein we never have enough time, my brother never makes time for anyone but himself, my parents never have ANY time and I can’t seem to get five minutes to myself. Are these excuses?

Sweet new kicks! Why not break them in with a 7.5 mile run? D'oh!! #runner #runningfail