Well, I say forty days and forty nights. I think Noah had it a little harder. It was about forty minutes. However, I was out for those forty minutes. And the dogs. They were not so happy.
Week two on my C25K challenge - repeating week one. I started the week with good intentions. Life got in my way. I say life got in the way. Perhaps what I meant to say was I let life get in the way. I could have got up a little earlier. I could have left the office a little earlier. But I did not. It came to Thursday and I ran out of excuses and tried again. Managed to get out, this time with No 2 child on bike to keep me company. This is when the rain joined in.
Saturday morning and hangover. Another excuse coming I hear you say. No, he says smugly, not another excuse but another day in week two. Tomorrow I start with day one of week two in week three. Simples.
All last week I was using my old faithful Nike All Trac boots. I bought these in NYC about ten years ago. They are old and not designed for fat men to run in. So I thought I would dig out old faithful's big brother, these are "proper" trainers and were possibly purchased in the 90s. They are old and not designed for fat men to run in. They will do - at least until I can confirm I have committed to this challenge at which point I will go and buy a new pair. Maybe. Perhaps.
Thanks for reading - FR
0 comments:
Post a Comment