Fear and loathing

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways…

I loathe the way you stay in one place, no new sights to be seen around you, no fresh air blowing against my face, no colours, no thoughts, just the same box of images over and over again.

I loathe the way you taunt me with your blinding bright red digits telling me just how long I’ve endured you; never as long as it feels.

I loathe the way you pound on my joints, and the way you constantly try to push me off you; to date, only once successfully doing so.

I loathe the way you’re always indoors, and almost always under a set of scorching hot spotlights.

I loathe the way you attract the tortoise walkers and the cell phone talkers.

I loathe the way you make me feel.

I loathe your repetitive nature.

I loathe you.


  • 8:30 p.m. BG before: 5.6 (granola bar, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Warm-up: 15 minutes on trainer bike
  • Distance: 5 km
  • Run time: 30:54
  • Average pace: 6:15 km/hour
  • BG after: 5.4
  • Temp. basal +50 per cent (1 hour)

But in times of desperation, when the night is black, and you’ve got no one to run with, the things you hate are sometimes the things you must succumb to.

Thank heavens for a good playlist, because without Velvet Revolver’s Fall to Pieces and Rhianna’s S&M last night, I likely would have have been off that sucker in minutes!

What’s on your playlist?

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