October 6th 2020
Today the Cheltenham Harriers crashed my run and made me feel inferior as hell. Bastards. I’m 155 days into my streak of running 5k every day (which is like, quite impressive, right?) and this evening I was just running my route up to and around Pittville Park like I always do and suddenly literally a fucking hundred runners come speeding past me.
I’m assuming it was the Cheltenham Harriers (which is a local athletics club, if that wasn’t obvious) because they’re all fast as fuck. There I was, running at my 5 min/km pace, and 100 of the fastest runners in my region come speeding past me. Bastards.
Men, women, even children; they all sped past me. Naturally, my natural* instincts kicked in and I, for a moment, accelerated after the fucking showoffs. But I’ve got to do that run again in 12 hours time, so I didn’t want to have sore legs.
And so, I let them go off. Fortunately, it was basically pitch black so I didn’t have to watch them for too long.
Until tomorrow, one day I’ll catch up.