09/08/2025
Head games. You set out, heavy, tired legs, and after 2 miles, your head tells you to go home. Seventeen was the plan.
At every crossroads, excuses flood your mind to turn left and take the shortcut home.
By mile 4, you realise you’re playing a different game than you thought. It’s not the aerobic conditioning, minutes-per-mile, VO2 max game anymore. It’s a head game.
The rules have changed. Walking is allowed. Mumbling under your breath wondering why TF we do these things is allowed. Stopping to buy a Mars bar is also allowed. You win the game by not turning left, and doing what you set out to do.
Every crossroads is an opportunity to lose. Going straight over, sticking to the plan, getting it done. That’s how you win.
Runs like this are what I call ‘The Work’. It’s where you create the physical adaptations needed to have big adventures. But, more importantly, it’s where you forge your mind to do hard things.
By mile 15, I had reached a level of acceptance. I hadn’t taken the short cuts. I was homeward bound. I had stuck to the plan.
Then a bee flew in my mouth and stung me in the gum.
Smile. More work to be done.