Birds don’t just fly, they fall down and get up

Fall at the first hurdle… you must be joking, not this guy, not this time.

I was going to do this, and I was going to do it right. I wasn’t going to rush this, this wasn’t sex, I was going to take my time and do it properly, without pulling any muscles…. Or crying…

So after my 6 minute marathon I took a well earned 6 days of rest, that’s right one for every minute. Then once I could actually get up and down the stairs without having to shuffle sideways it was time to go again. But none of the 6 minute bullshit anymore, go big or go home Dannyboy… this time I ran for 7 whole minutes!!! I know, I know, not a man a machine!

Yep, that’s right seven minutes this time it was spread out over 23 whole minutes so that’s one extra minute  running and two extra minutes walking, go Hurrell you fucking legend!

And sure enough it felt pretty similar to before. Excruciating! Oh and the other thing that is worth pointing out is quite how mind blowingly slowly I was running. According to Strava my pace was over 8:33 / km… sloooow…

But fuck pace, I was doing this for me,not world records. And fuck pain too… I couldn’t be taking another 6 or in fact 7 days of this time… straight back on the horse, I went again the very next day! You can probably guess how long I ran for…. I went the day after that and the day after that too… 5 runs in and I was now running for a total of 12 minutes… damn son, I was going to look like Fight Club Brad Pitt in no time…






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