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Stretching the elastic. Janathon day 8.

The morning at work commenced with my labourer poking his head (unfortunately still attached to his body) around the door of the office with the breezy announcement “I don’t know how long I’ll last – my wife’s been sick for two days and I’ve already vomited twice this morning”.

My response of “I do. Goodbye. No, really. Fuck off home before you pass it on to me and the rest of site. No, really. Fuck off. And stay fucked off until you’re better.”

About a minute later the forklift driver had the pleasure of seeing him being sick by his truck.

Why? Why did he bother? Why did he try? He hasn’t been in on time for the three months he’s been with me so it’s not as if he pretends to be keen. Grr. So fingers are crossed, door handles were washed (hmm, a smidge of paranoia there, perhaps!) and hopefully I’ll dodge it for another day.

After yesterday’s hilly outing this afternoon had me determined to find a more relaxing proposition for a jog. So I opted for a reversal of my route from Friday with a little nib tacked on to give me a breather for a few flat seconds after the steepest hill to allow me to enjoy the steady climb that followed.

It was almost a pleasure. The splits weren’t a struggle. I didn’t have to stride out the last mile to pull the average under 8 minutes per mile (despite telling myself the month distance is ruler over pace and injury I still won’t go over 8 minutes a mile average unless, like Saturday, I’m dying, or I attempt a daft distance. Which isn’t going to occur this year) as I did yesterday and the temperature was almost spring-like, as it was on Thursday.

Remarkable for Janathon.

So I have another un-remarkable 6 miler logged making it my marker for the month – I’ve little intention of doing fewer (6.06 miles is my minimum daily distance so far), next to no intention of more (6.70 my maximum) per day.  Even another challenge like that with fairweatherrunner last year would fail to change my resolve, I feel. I have a target which is to be injury free with as many miles as I can for the month and a promise to myself that more than 6 miles per run is unnecessary for enjoyable running. 10k seems the ideal distance. I may well keep to this for ever if I stay out of harm, I think!

Must go. Windows need making.


8% more…Janathon?

The concept of more is intriguing.

I’d opt for “less” of Jordan (the over-inflated darling of the tabloid press). Get more sense out of the average elbow, I’ll say.

But I’m aware that many would oppose my view. Much as I’d like more time to dick about in the garden and the garage and around the house and on the motorbike, as many would find these activities wrong and prefer to idolise a pumped-up plastic celebrity from the comfort of their living room. (Incidentally, I’ve no idea why I picked on Jordan. First notion that popped into my head, I’m afraid. It could easily have been prawn cocktail crisps. Or Pol Pot. Or Jack Kerouac. I don’t even know much about her. But what I know isn’t very favourable. I’ll continue).

This morning while pondering running routes I decided to link a couple of less favourable routes to make my 6 miler. In my head they weren’t too unpleasant. All have been done many times. The hilly bits even form a more attractive proposition than WaterWorks hill when I want a hill repeat but don’t fancy enforced 12 minute mile pace. I was quite looking forward to the outing. The result shows how warped my imagination has become when considering alternatives.

Running 6 mile Hawkinge loop 07-01-2013, Elevation

So not the flattest 6 miler around, then. And to be honest, around 2.5 miles when I was 41 seconds behind target pace of 8 minute miles, I wondered what I’d got myself into. But I didn’t want to turn back (looking at the profile if I had, would you?!), so plodded on. And up, of course.

The garage which has been occupying me for the past few weeks promises 8% more light inside the house when the windows I’m making are fitted. In a dark, 18th century bakery, this will hopefully prove significant.

For Janathon i’m atempting to run 17% more miles than last year. At the moment I’m right on target. I hadn’t intended running 17% more hills. That might come by mistake. Unless I decide on easier, flatter options. We’ll see.

If only I could encourage some plastic surgeons to consider 17% less the world might be a more balanced place.

Or not.