A short blog post today as I am off out for a run. Madness.
It is less than four months until I run my first half marathon in Oxford. Now it wouldn’t be fair to say I’m completely unprepared – I’ve run a few 10k races this year and completed a Tough Mudder Classic – but it would be a lie to say I’ve actually started training. I am ashamed to admit that I signed up for the Windsor Half Marathon last year but never actually ran it, I refuse to let history repeat itself.
it would be a lie to say I’ve actually started training.
So what better time to start training than after a long day at work in temperatures still in the mid-20s. I don’t fair too well running in the heat and it feels really warm outside. I have planned a route and will be running with my friend, without him I am almost certain I would tell myself a half believable lie and not make it outside of the door.
I also joined my local gym in January. I managed not to be one of the people who stop going after a month, I made it through to April when I broke my little toe. I’m good at making excuses that are half believable. I did break my little toe but that doesn’t explain my absence in subsequent weeks.
I’m good at making excuses that are half believable
The good news? The route we have planned finishes at a pub. All that hard-work rewarded (or undone, depending on your perspective) by a few pints of cold beer.