You know those crazy conversations you have when you agree to do something a bit stupid? And you all sit there in false fits of bravado going “yeah, let’s DO THIS”? That happened to me yesterday. I blame my colleague (herself a little bit crazy) who asked me if I would be interested in running a half marathon by sharing the load and doing half of it each, so really we’d only be doing a quarter marathon which sounded quite reasonable to me.
Somehow, before we knew what was going on, she, I and 3 other colleagues had all signed up for said half marathon under the agreement that we don’t split the distance between us but run the full 13.1 miles EACH! It was as if some strange force temporarily took power of all logical thoughts emanating from our office and turned us all into morons.
Yes I realise it’s “only” 13.1 miles, but let’s be clear: I don’t even like running for the bus, let alone voluntarily running such a distance for no particular reason. Granted I’m fitter than I was througout all of my 20s, actually come to think about it I’m fitter than I was through my teens too, but I’m not an exerciser. I do a half jog-half stumble along a 3 mile loop around Forest Hill and Honor Oak Park about once every 3 weeks, and we have a rather cool rowing machine that is Mr DCB’s and lives behind our living room door that I get on once in a while, but this is going to require a Herculean mind-altering effort from me. However, we’re very much Musketeers in our office (all for one and one for all, la la la la la – 80s cartoon intro anyone?) so I know that having other people who are making a similar committment is just the motivation I will need to give it my all.
Our D-Day is September 8th and the event is taking place in a vineyard (of course!) in Surrey. At least I’ll be able to drown myself in a vat of wine afterwards. So there’s a little over 3 months to transform myself from a squidgy iced bun into a lean, mean running machine. In a fit of enthusiasm last night I got home from work and got on the rowing machine, eeking out 4kms. Then promptly undid it all as my secret feeder husband came home with this stash of goodies:
One thing’s for sure – it’s going to be a looong 3 months in the DaisychainBaby household. I’ll be blogging along the way though and plan to start a proper training schedule of some sort next week. Here goes nothing!
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