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Monday 18 January 2010

And so it begins...

So the ice and snow has melted and more importantly the temperature is warm enough for me to take a deep breath and not go a little grey and need propping up.

This exciting warmth has resulted in a distinct improvement in my cough and a renewed motivation to get out and pound those pavements in my lovely RNLI t-shirt. And that's exactly what I did. Tonight was the first training run after falling ill and it felt great. It did, however form a new little blister. I've called it Jim. He's a bit too small at the moment for a twitpic and a smiley face, but I think he's going to stick around and become big and strong, so expect to be introduced to Jim soon.

Looking forward to getting some miles under my belt and getting my routine back on track. I'll keep you posted on my progress on route to the big old marathon (eeek).

Here's mud in your eye.

Tuesday 5 January 2010

It's snow joke

So its the new year and thoughts are heading alarmingly in the direction of how many days it is until the biggest challenge of my life (so far). It's 138 by the way. And that means time to stop running aimlessly around just for the fun of it and time to find a serious running plan and put in those miles. So I did.

I found a great plan which will fit seamlessly into my current commitments and was simple to understand (Kenyan hills?!? 5x346m/7x23m?!?!?). "Brilliant" I thought, "I'll start it on Monday". I think I even put a "Woohoo" at the end of it. And then it happened. Just a little flurry at first, but that was enough. Snow, and now I hate it.

Now don't get me wrong, I love the kind of snow that sits around looking all nice and thick and fluffy. I absolutely love strapping on a pair of skis and hurtling down a hill in it. I even enjoy sticking on a colourful British Military Fitness bib and doing burpees in it. But that kind of nice, lovely snow is not the snow I have.

You see, I live at the bottom of a valley, close to the city centre. As a result the snow turns to slush in minutes and then freezes, meaning that on a good day running is tantamount to suicide. On a bad day it's just plain embarrassing.

So, the upshot of that is that I'm jogging on the Wii Fit and pretending it's training. Ho hum.

Here's mud in your eye.