Saturday, 3 September 2016

Choose Tailwind

Choose ultras. 
Choose a race. 
Choose a training plan. 
Choose a backpack. 
Choose a fucking big GPS watch and a foam roller. 
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and a vegan diet. 
Choose your friends. 
Choose post-race clothes and matching luggage. 
Choose parkrun and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. 
Choose not sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. 
Choose rotting you stomach away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable portaloo, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. 
Choose your future. 
Choose ultras... But why would I want to do a thing like that? 
I chose not to choose ultras. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got tailwind?


  1. Brilliant. And worringly ultrarunning and Trainspotting does appear to have rather a lot in common ... hallucinations, junk food ... spending a lot of money (on race entries) and having nothing left at the end of the day to show for it except a ruined body.

  2. Trailspotting? Both are rather addictive