addiction

No running so far today. Instead I enjoyed the rare luxury of sleeping in until 6:30. Whoopeee. I remember being back at uni when I could, and did, sleep in until 1 or 2 in the afternoon. Now, I don’t think I could sleep past 8am if I tried.

So it’s been slightly over 24 hours since last pulling on running shoes in anger, and I must admit to a bit of antsiness. It’s a real addiction, this running business. Withdrawal symptoms seem to be feeling itchy, tetchy, flabby and irritable.

I may have to bow to the inevitable and have a run tonight.

Official marathon training doesn’t start until Monday week (the 22nd) and I’m torn between having an easy-ish 10 days so I’m well rested, or to build up the training so I’m well-prepared.

Music
Last night I discovered an exceedingly guilty pleasure deep in the back of my CD collection, hidden in an unmarked blank CD. When I say “guilty” I mean really guilty. Brace yourself:

It’s Guns n Roses.

I don’t know what the CD is, probably some sort of Best of thingy, as it has a couple of songs from Appetite for Destruction and a lot from the appalling later stuff. Even I’m not so guilty that I would force myself to listen to the Spaghetti Incident.

But I have copied a couple of songs to my MP3 player, and to my everlasting shame I quite enjoy them. “Welcome to the jungle” is quite a good song - great guitar playing and, lyrics aside, a pretty good vocal. They had a lot of energy at the time. It’s a shame they seemed to waste all the energy on cocaine and lycra.

The other song is Patience, from GnR lies. I like the song, it takes me back to being 13 years old, which is a pretty uncomfortable experience, but strangely compelling. I think at the time I had 4 GnR t-shirts on constant rotation and an impressive collection of zits. Also, a crush on a girl called Jennifer Fellipello. Hmmm…. I can’t imagine why she didn’t “like” me.