This is a long overdue bloody blog! Like 2 months over due! I am very sorry. I aimed for them to be every fortnight and sadly life has been a little crazy and I haven’t had the opportunity & head-space. Right now, I am sat on a train taking me back to the Midlands from London so it’s the perfect time to tell you about my less than triumphant return to jogging, nearly crying mid jog and Shakespeare (kind of). Also – there are now 99 days until the big day! Uh Oh, Spaghetti Oh!
After the personal sentimental warbling’s of the last blog – this is my first proper training blog. How exciting! I can tell you all about where I have run, how far I have run and all that stuff so here goes, so far I have done . . . . Absolutely nothing. Zero. Zilch. Zip. Nadda. Nothing. Nowt. Bugger all.
So, I am running the London Marathon?
I thought I would do a blog from here until April and keep you up to date with the hilarity of me attempting to jog 26+ miles. It’s a rather daft idea really so I thought I would answer the question that I am being asked most regularly, which is – ‘What the bloody hell are you doing that for’?