On running....

So last year one of my closest buddies ran a marathon. And as he was heading past the 23 mile mark and we cheered him on and he gave us the kind of grimace that might have been a smile 20 miles previously, I thought 'hm, that looks like fun.' Seriously, I thought fun. 

Fast forward six months and I figured, why not? I used to run. A lot. I even ran in several national competitions. I was pretty good at it.  How hard can taking it up again be? I own trainers and a running top with an iPhone pocket, surely I'm mostly prepared?

Two weeks on, and with the excitement of signing up well behind me, and with the two people i convinced into running with me well into training already, I'm now sat on the sofa contemplating the fact that this is the last day I shall be a former runner. Tomorrow I become a runner. Again. But tonight it's me, the red wine, the last few bits of haribo in a bag. 

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