Internal monologues


I can’t be bothered to run today. It’s the first day of my holiday and I’ve lost the early morning magic. I let a few hours slip away already. The day’s basically done now anyway.

I’m allowed to have one lazy day on the first day of my holiday and I did a lot of driving yesterday to get here, and I’m tired because I couldn’t sleep-in past 06:30, as usual (thanks for screwing up my body clock, work!)

And I can’t be bothered. AND I DON’T WANT TO.



Wow, this is going well – killed my first kilometre in less than five minutes. I hope I do this again tomorrow. I just need a bit less faff tomorrow morning.

Hello, friendly old lady, good morning to you as well!



Cool, 5k in 26m46s and it didn’t even feel as if I was going that fast. Keep going though – I love this track.



Feeling so good after my bath, what shall I do with the afternoon?



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I love running, but don't always train in the way that I should. I started my blog in between my first successful completion of a marathon (although I wrote the first post a few days prior to that) and my first ultra marathon, which was the first half of the 100k "Race to the Stones". Maybe part of my reason was to publicly call myself out on my own stated goals. I chose the name "half arsed runner" because I wanted to show that my motivation levels are far from perfect, and that it's OK to be human.

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