I have been in the gym every 2 or 3 days since Lisa gave me a hard time. My breathing is more or less sorted as I run....no longer a concern of other runners !
I arrive at the gym to achieve the one and a half hour run.....at 36 minutes my heart and motivation sank as I realised I was not even half way and would need to dig deep. Man United ( my team - NB.I am from Manchester! ) and Britney were on the plasma's in front and definately helped me take my mind off the seconds, slowly, slowly, ticking along.
The boredom of running - that devil in your head telling me to give up,no one will know - fighting against your inner belief to keep going and believe you can. It's hard graft, I break the last half hour into three ten minute targets.
I did it....the last ten minutes I even increase the speed with the excitement of achieving one and a half hours. I have run 15km and over 1000 calories burnt.....not bad for a fat chap, non runner !
I feel like a drunk getting off the running machine. Dizzy, faint and unable to walk in a straight line I am not the best example of a potential Marathon runner.
Tuesday I find myself with Keith, my physio. I have seen him a little too often recently - he is a tri-athlete, a top bloke who is seriously fit. My left knee is swollen, giving discomort and needs sorting if I am to increase my running time. He makes me do certain exercises and then gives me 3 pages of exercises for home - it is clear to him I am not a runner and will need to take it easy to remain fit in my training and on the big day !
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