Tuesday is club day and today was a track session, I both love and hate track sessions.
I should probably start here by addressing the red wine shaped elephant in the room, yes this week I did knock back a fair bit of booze compared to previous weeks. So, today I got some crappy news, actually that's something of a ridiculous understatement. This morning I was told my brother had died, he was only 49 years old, he shouldn't be dead, he should be with his kids, he should be watching them grow up, he should be talking shit to me on the phone and reciting Alan Partridge quotes, nobody should die that young, it's shit. I have a million things I want to say to my brother but now I can't. I'm sorry Chris.
I've decided to try and raise a little bit of money whilst doing London so if you enjoy reading my blog and following my road to London it would be much appreciated if you gave a quid or two and here's the 👉 link 👈.
Now you weren't expecting to read that today were you? Apologies for the slight detour but I needed to get it out there. Anyway, that's enough of all that and onto the pointless stuff you all love to read about.
Decided I needed to get out the house and so something so went to the club to just run and switch off my brain for an hour. Track session tonight was 1km tempo, 10 x 300m and finish with another 1km tempo. I am feeling really good at the moment, probably best I've felt since the vintage days of '2016-2017 Simon'
Now that was a good Simon, a Simon that ran 19:03 for a 5km, a Simon that ran 40:23 for a 10km and a Simon that was slimmer, fitter and faster than all previous versions of Simon and there have been a lot of versions of Simon, there's been 18 stone Simon, new to running not sure what he's doing Simon, kebab eating Simon, vegetarian Simon, househusband Simon (the happiest version of Simon ever) and now running coach and sports masseur Simon.
Years ago I was the only Simon at the club and a new Simon joined who was an ultra runner and he became known as 'ultra Simon' and I was just Simon. I can't even begin to explain how much this pissed me off, just writing this now is making me annoyed about him. Thankfully he didn't last long, I outSimoned him and he left ashamed and defeated. Now, in defeating him I should have been able to claim his title but sadly I'm still not ultra Simon. Usually it's Simon, Coach, sadistic bastard or Sexy Beast (thanks Andy Fury).
Anyway back to the session, I held my own on the 1km, was right at the sharp end for all the 300's and for the final 1km managed to keep Hannah and Phil within touching distance, as I said earlier this is vintage Simon in all his glory.
Roll on Wednesday and easy miles.