Day: 9
Time: 65 Minutes
Distance:8.8 KM
Calories: 1026

About 1km in I saw them. I was gazing around the gym and in the mirror I saw them. Staring back at me. The most intense and amazing eyes I have ever seen. For the next 45 minutes, we stared at eachother on and off. But whenever I would turn and look back, they would be looking back at me. A twinkle in the eye. Kind but also powerful. They helped me get through the session. They gave me something to focus on apart from my aching legs.

It was 1km in that I began staring into my own eyes. 2km in- I realised it was creepy! But I didn't stop looking...

When I run at the gym, I find it hard to concentrate. I listen to music and as such the tvs that surround me on the machines mean little. I look up and there is a bunch of large bottom girls shaking their bums at whatever rapper is hot these days... little bow dog bizzy or something like that!
So as I run, especially when I am up over 10km an hour(which is fast for me), I try and focus on something so I can just zone out. Most of the time- It's my own eyes. Sounds weird, but I find it calming to stare at myself. I am like the gym version of Narcissus. Lost in my own eyes! But ultimately- they don't move and are fairly static so I find it helps me concentrate.
The other thing I realised- I look bloody angry when I run. My jaw juts out and my eyes squint slightly and I turn from an average looking guy into someone you'd see in the streets of London rioting after Manchester United loses the Premier League due to a poorly given penalty. I scare myself when I look like that and it happens for 45 minutes of the day. No wonder girls don't like running next to me....