A Confession and a Ray of Hope

First things first, the confession. You know how I said I was going to run for a week without my mp3 player, with just the sounds of my foosteps and the city for company? Well that didn’t happen.

After only two runs without headphones, both of which were grim, I took an executive decision to abandon my promise and go back to audio heaven. It was hard enough to motivate myself to get up at 5:55 am to run without foregoing the dulcet tones of Ira Glass as well.

This spells trouble for the marathon. I’m going to have to go with a TV-presenter style “safety compromise” option of wearing one headphone only, leaving me semi-entertained and only half as likely to meet a traffic-related death. Quite what I’m going to do with the other headphone I haven’t quite worked out. Perhaps I’ll tie a couple of running gels on to it.

Now for the Hope. Yesterday morning I went for a Good Run. Not only that, but one that contained fast intervals (they were only 45 seconds long, but that’s not the point).