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No excuses – (damn) the snow has gone. Been on a meaningful walk. Great to get out. The serious stuff starts now! Hope all of this effort results in an ironing board stomach, buns of steel, fewer wrinkles…
I'm the one trying to hide behind the scarily athletic twiglet!
Snow has hampered best intentions to become svelte sportswoman. Training over winter isn’t going to be easy. Been told I need new shoes. Current ones have been causing impressive blisters. Apparently the gel in some running shoes hardens after 18 months. News to me! So those cut price trainers I bought ages ago were a complete waste of money.
Most of the fab businesses supporting us, the Big Birthday Bash and the raffle, got in the local newspaper today. So chuffed and proud of them, wish we could have them plastered across the front page everyday.
You can find the article here.
Super athlete has emailed me a training schedule. Looks quite good, not too difficult. It says I should rest today. ‘Formal training’ very good idea. Can see attraction in becoming professional athlete, ‘ts a bit of a doddle.
Not getting shakes exactly but it’s hard. So hard. That 5 – 7pm slot, well that’s normally happy hour. Diet coke and tea don’t cut it! Justin annoyingly unperturbed.
Really really pleased we’ve decided to stop drinking. Never want to see or smell alcohol ever again….Happy New Year by the way! While guiltily tucked up here in bed I know that being a significant holiday won’t stop that sprightly slip of a girl, (Hannah running partner extraordinaire), from doing crazy super woman training this morning. Think I will exercise my mind instead. Very important part of training. Probably more so than actual running itself – will use deep concentrating positive forward propelling visual techniques, ‘til can see myself crossing the finishing line on 25 April. So many people applauding me; slim slinky sprinter; don’t even look puffed! 26 miles - no problem.
Enjoying a last drink while I can. Am about to become serious athlete. The kind who runs through the snow to Rocky theme, drinks raw eggs and crucially, doesn’t stagger around the kitchen most evenings in happy haze. Anyhow getting fed up with drinks industry sneakily shrinking bottle sizes. Only 2 or so glasses in a bottle nowadays – rip off! Supportive (non-running/sane) hubby Justin and I go cold turkey from the strike of midnight. Ouch!