28 Days of Pain - Day 12

By Jamie Hill

Reasons to get fit #604 - To get to McDonalds quicker.

I'm loving Tinie Tempah at the moment as I'm running.

He's bloody perfect for both distracting me from the intense hell I'm putting myself through and giving me the rhythm to run to. With lyrics like 'Cause I don't listen to doubt, doubt is a liar, stop actin' like a bitch, don't be Mrs Doubtfire', what's not to love?

I interviewed him once a few years ago just before the release of his album. He was brilliant. The more 'Do you get me?'s after every sentence, the posher my voice got. I found him funny and just a bit surprised at how popular 'Pass Out' was. He was probably wondering why I was sounding like Prince Charles by the end of the conversation.

Now when I listen to his music I keep expecting him to say 'Do you get me?' after every song. Yes, Tinie, I do get you. I think you are jolly good fun especially with your references to old Robin Williams cross-dressing films. Keep up the good work.

This morning's five kilometres was pretty damn intense. The common was empty. Lobot wasn't there to keep me company and it looked like Boris had moved on from his hedgerow occupation.

I've got this thing at the moment where for the final two kilometres I have an internal argument with myself to stop. Just stop and walk the rest of the way back. This lazy part of my personality puts forward quite a compelling argument. Today at one point I found myself nearly slowing down because of it. Alright, every step has become a 'stitch-laden bone-aching' corner of hell but damn you, lazy part of my personality, I'm going to carry on. I'm not going to 'Pass Out'. No matter how many times Tinie Tempah yells it in my ear....

This part of me also talked me in to going to the fridge last night without thinking - rummaging for food. I just did it automatically. By the time my rational mind returned I had reached into the fridge and was holding a yoghurt. I managed to put the yoghurt down, shut the fridge and return to normal wondering how this 'part of me', let's call it 'Evil J', had managed to make me get up off the sofa, walk to the kitchen and open the fridge without my rational mind knowing. I am determined that this 'Evil J' part of my personality will not win.

It's another fasting day tomorrow. Brilliant! (That's sarcasm by the way.)

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Only 16 days to go until I kill myself in a Mo-Farah-style 10,000 metre doozy of a run.....