I hope you'll forgive the title, no one reads my blog and I was struck by an idea as I wandered around Dymocks book store (Hong Kongs Borders, only solvent) earlier. It seems to me that nearly every book in the shop featured either vampires or some kind of hardcore stone-cold killer. I thought of changing the title of the blog itself to Vampire running, but then realised that I don't really want this to be read by a bunch of hormonal teenage girls. I love the fact that the story of the vampire seems to have become a teen romance genre. Now, I can appreciate the sexuality of the whole blood sucking thing, if you're a bit of a weirdo. By I'm not quite sure how vampires have become 'good guys'. I like my vampire to a bit more of a stone cold killer myself. The baddie. A bit more black ops.
So I thought about Black Ops Running, but thought this would either attract a bunch of hormonal guys, those who are looking for the latest computer game where they get to shoot hundreds of strangers. Or alternatively, it may attract those who genuinely like guns. Those who at some point will consider going on some sort of real rampage. Neither of which I am overly interested in becoming acquainted with. And then I realised that these black ops agent has also become the good guy. I killed loads of people... but it was necessary. And somehow, it's just... quite cool. I feel a little ashamed of myself for writing that, but it's true.
I'm definitely not a vampire for two reasons. 1. they don't exist 2. They are fast runners apparently. I prove week-in, week-out that I am not a vampire. Mostly I like to run very slowly in the sunshine. Occasionally I push myself up to a pace that we might call mediocre, but only when there's a race on. I am also not a special operations hard core killer. I'd always fancied myself as a stone cold killer, but then I stumbled across Human Resources and felt it might offer a more stable career. Less likely to be killed and all that. Sometimes, when ensuring the best person is selected for a role, my eyes narrow, my hand twitches towards my inner pocket and then I reveal my pen, which I use to take copious and detailed notes. But generally I never have to kill people with my bare hands. Well not very often anyway.
Anyway, ever though I'm neither a vampire or killer, I am running again. Which is lovely. Accepting that my life is a little more mundane I've been pretty excited to be out running again. I've managed my first proper weeks training this year and I am back to thinking that I may actually have some chance of getting half way round the Ultra Trail Du Mont Blanc in August. Don't get me wrong, I'm still bricking it, possibly more so since I remembered how hard a moderately hilly ten miles is, but at least I can take comfort in the fact I can run again. Over the last week I've managed:
- 3x7 miles
- 1x10miles
- 1 gym session of 25k on bike, 20 minutes run
Not enough to be thinking of doing any damage at the the UTMB, or even getting close to finishing. But enough to make me feel happy that I'm on the way. It also gets me out of the gym and more importantly the pubic boufing changing rooms. I have to confess, I'm not missing it at all.
I'm not sure if anyone has noticed it, but there seems to be a proliferation of very serious blogs on running over the last month. I seem to to have noticed a lot of blogs on subjects such as the environment (which is perfectly fine obviously), big shiny races (also perfectly fine) and the spirituality of running (not fine, go to yoga). My favourite though, is the number of people who keep writing that we need to 'remember why we run'. I'd have thought it is obvious why we all run, it's because we're not vampires or stone cold killers and life is a little mundane. Anyway, I'm off to have a nice cup of tea and read my CIA Blacks Ops Novel.
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