Boy, running takes almost as much out of you as planning for a wedding! For the last month I've had little time to spend procrastinating and drinking tea, having mostly spent it undergoing some physical exertion or another. I'm betting Chinese water torture isn't as unpleasant. So, along with a long Saturday morning run (tomorrow morning's will be around the 13-14 kilometre mark... ouch) I've also managed to pack in some swimming, squash and pre-season footy training. Whilst most of the muscles in my body now seem to ache constantly, some good has come of this silliness. Alcohol has become redundant in my fluid intake, and my body shape has returned to the slender build of around five years ago. That's right, the beer gut has hibernated and subsequently gone missing. Yay!
Only two more weeks of the intense training and then the actual Great North Run will be upon us. Once out of the way normal service will resume. Well, I say normal service, but the narcissist in me is liking the shapely tone of my current build, so I may keep up some of the exercise I'm currently undertaking to fend off the return of the little beer gut. A weekly 5K run should be easy enough after blowing out of my arsehole for 13 miles! Why is looking good made to be so much hard work?
Still, in my absence here's an advertisement for what I need to help me keep this blog updated more often...
Will it motivate me? Will it bollocks!
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