Week 8 & 9

Week 8 Day 1 My usual Tuesday morning run was cut short as we were having our windows replaced first thing, so I had a sprinting race with Joe to the local park and back just to try and get something done. It wasn't even a mile but was pretty hard work anyway!  Day 2 After a disappointing first run and the 10 miler looming I felt determined to get out and run...

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Week 6 & 7

Week 6 Day 1 Determined to go out slower today I started off at a snails pace and it paid off. I got round my usual 5k route and decided to go further because I felt that good. I dropped Joe off at home and ran, feeling loads better than when I just set off. This is where it has all clicked into place with me. I felt that buzz that people always talk about that I always thought...

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Weeks 4 & 5

I'm combining these weeks together just so I can cheat as Week 4 was a bit of a write off. Day 1 Went out in the morning with Joe and tried to go for 5k but struggled so cut it short. Felt rubbish and legs were still very sore. Couldn't catch Joe again. Day 2 & 3 Didn't happen! We were busy with selling our house and hosting a Halloween party, although I think because...

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Week 3

I've started noticing a lot of people asking how far I am running. I suppose it's their yard stick for how close to marathon standards I am, judging whether they think I am going to make it or not. When I reluctantly/embarrassingly tell them how far they either look very worried for me or laugh hysterically at me. The truth is I am probably not even going to get to marathon...

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Week 2

It was all going so well...this is this weeks efforts: Day 1 - My weekly 6am run, this time with my 10 year old son Joe. I was quite glad he agreed to come with me as it was so dark it's probably not safe to run around the park on my own. I figured I could throw Joe in the attackers way for a quick escape. At least, I would if I could catch him, he was sprinting circles...

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Week 1

Well I still hate running, but I feel good for actually getting through the first week without wanting to throw the towel in completely. I'm likening running to child birth at the moment. At the time (and a little after) it's hell and I want it to be over and I swear to myself that this will never happen again, ever. But after a while I forget the pain and think there was...

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I hate running...

It happened. A while back I had signed up for the London Marathon. For years I knew of people trying to get a place and failing, so I figured I'll sign up for it. I can be one of those runners without actually having to run. I'd just have to act disappointed when I get my rejection and join in with the 'oh dear, maybe next year' club. At least I could say I've tried to run...

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