My 2 year anniversary

For running, that is.
It was 2 years ago today that my treadmill went a bit Pete Tong and I looked in horror as I realised if I wanted to keep running, I'd have to venture outside into the big wide world.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a cropped top and hipster shorts. Shit... I can't run around Blackhall in these I thought, and hunted high and low in the depths of my wardrobe to try and find something even "marginally" respectable.
I ran around the beach banks that day, horrified at the prospect of somebody seeing me with my bright red beetroot face, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. I'd only done a maximum of 45 minutes on a treaddie before,taking me that long to run 3 miles!

After my 2 mile run around the beach banks, I walked into the house and said to Graeme, "Do you fancy doing the Great North Run in 5 months?", and once he'd said yes (it took a while to convince him) I suppose you could say that the rest is history.

Tonight I have decided to rest. I was going to run 8 miles, but I was so shattered this morning and my iThlete has been showing an 'amber month' since VLM, so I thought another days rest would probably benefit me. I've been eating very well this week, so I'm sure I shall be 100% before long.

I cleaned the car out today, ready to hand it over to "Lex". I can't wait for Monday, and for them to hand over the keys to my brand new snazzy beema and drive that bloody uncomfortable piece of shit away!