This is the story of how a slightly rotund woman, the wrong side of thirty, had a bizarre compulsion to run a marathon. A full marathon. A whole 26.2 miles worth of marathon! It mostly consists of her rambling on about her journey from fat to fit (hopefully) and making it to that finish line (hopefully!).
Sunday 9 June 2013
Errghhh.
The title of this post says it all. I opened the door to a grey, drizzly, typical British summer's morning. I almost headed back to bed where it was warm and I wouldn't have to run 4 miles, but I didn't.
I gallantly strode in to the drizzle and after a little warm up walk began my run. It didn't tale long for the malaise to creep up on me and before I knew it I was walking again. I don't know what is making me feel like this, just general eerghhh or maybe the fact that I've already done one 4 miler in the last 7 days so my body was having a little protest. That wasn't going to stop me though so I tried to run as much as I could and still managed to do the whole distance in 46 minutes, which is only 2 mins more than Monday so it's not too bad really. The important thing is that I covered the distance and that's what matters. I want to finish the marathon, not break any world records for speed!
Looking forward to some Monday Motivation tomorrow!
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