Came home to find the letter from British Heart Foundation I've been waiting for confirming my place in the London Marathon for next year. Amazing!
Now all I have to do is get marathon fit in eight months and three days. Easy!
Very excited and if I make it all the way to the finish line on April 22, I will be able to say that I took part in London 2012 and let people make up their own mind as to whether I was referring to the Olympics and wonder if that could possibly be true.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Monday, 15 August 2011
I did a run
And I sort of liked it.
My friend Marc has suggested we start running again, just once a week to get warmed up as he knows I want to get back in the right shape.
I tried to squeal out of our first outing this evening with a pile of work in front of me and the prospect of running in the rain looking less appealing. But he kicked my ass, in a texting kind of way, and I'm most glad he did as I felt much better for half an hour or so of flumping around the Downs. Flumping is the only word I think accurately describes the motion and style of movement adopted by the author.
It was only after I came away from the jogging experience that it dawned on me that there may have been some level of collusion with my betrothed in the sense that they both think I could do with getting out and stop moping around about how unfit I am and do something about it. I realise now they had ample opportunity to plot during a recent barbecue at our house where I spent most of the time eating and drinking myself into oblivion.
But as I say I'm glad they did as I rather appreciate the gesture and hope that it may spur me on to a healthier and less corpulent existence.
In other news, I'm still waiting to hear whether I have a place in the London Marathon for next year, and also hoping that will act as some kind of inspirational rocket up my ample backside if I do get one. Have decided that if I don't get a place for London that I'm going to try for Edinburgh in May. Need some kind of target to aim for so why not try for the highest peaks?
My friend Marc has suggested we start running again, just once a week to get warmed up as he knows I want to get back in the right shape.
I tried to squeal out of our first outing this evening with a pile of work in front of me and the prospect of running in the rain looking less appealing. But he kicked my ass, in a texting kind of way, and I'm most glad he did as I felt much better for half an hour or so of flumping around the Downs. Flumping is the only word I think accurately describes the motion and style of movement adopted by the author.
It was only after I came away from the jogging experience that it dawned on me that there may have been some level of collusion with my betrothed in the sense that they both think I could do with getting out and stop moping around about how unfit I am and do something about it. I realise now they had ample opportunity to plot during a recent barbecue at our house where I spent most of the time eating and drinking myself into oblivion.
But as I say I'm glad they did as I rather appreciate the gesture and hope that it may spur me on to a healthier and less corpulent existence.
In other news, I'm still waiting to hear whether I have a place in the London Marathon for next year, and also hoping that will act as some kind of inspirational rocket up my ample backside if I do get one. Have decided that if I don't get a place for London that I'm going to try for Edinburgh in May. Need some kind of target to aim for so why not try for the highest peaks?
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