Today, not only did I manage my furthest distance to date, I also ran it at my best speed too. I love this sports tracker, because I doubt that I’d realise my speed was improving. Obviously I can tell that I’m going further, but not faster. Now though, I’m aching like a…. Er… Aching like a runner that’s got a new Personal Best!
(by the way, if the saying is ‘if it’s hurting, it’s working,’ then my legs feel as though they’re working like a cart horse.)
Hello! And thanks for visiting. (You look nice.)
On September 16th myself and a few others are doing the Great North Run in Newcastle for charity. 54’000 people will be there, all running for charities and/or personal reasons. I’ve entered because I wanted a bit of a challenge and I need to get fit. I’ll be honest with you (why would I lie? We’ve only just met!) I can’t really run. Which means that the 13.1miles of the Great North Run might be a *bit* of a challenge…
On May 19th 2012 we were in Lanzarote cheering on Father-in-Law and Uncle-in-Law competing in the Lanzarote Ironman competition. The course is 2.4mile swim, then 112mile bike ride AND THEN a 26.2mile marathon, all within a 17hour time limit. They both finished. Watching them, I realised just how unfit I actually am. The walk to work tires me out in a morning, not to mention actually being at work. (I work in a furniture shop, so a fair bit of lifting and shifting!)
Whilst we were out in Lanzarote, I mentioned to my friend Martyn that I wanted to enter a race of some kind to motivate me to getting fit. We agreed on the Great North Run (as he lives in Newcastle) and both decided to enter (13.1miles.)
Did I mention that I can’t run? Oh dear.
Marc Hemingway 