I promised after completing the marathon that I'd keep up the running. That's not happened. I tried giving up smoking. (Again.) It lasted 2 weeks. I've been off the booze now for 2 weeks, but am eyeing a brandy as I type this. Nevertheless, I haven't entirely given up hope of regaining something resembling my youthful figure, nor of that level of fitness. I'm highly motivated by...well, frankly...by photos of some utterly divine men on other people's blogs, some of whom obsess me to an almost frightening degree. I downloaded Webshots just so I could turn them into a screensaver and how bloody sad is that? I used to effing look like that. I had a 42 inch chest and a 28 inch waist and 5.5% bodyfat. If I could do it all over again, etc, etc....
Anyway, we've bought one of those...are they called elliptical trainers? Those gym machines that involve both arms and legs with a dirty great flywheel thingy. One of them. And I've just applied for a place in the Sussex Beacon Brighton half marathon again to give myself something specific to inspire me.
If you want to follow my progress, I don't expect it to be particularly rapid or consistent in the very near future. Work is utterly insane at the moment. But there's always the RSS option that will let you know when there's something new to read and, as usual, I'll probably be ruder about myself than I'd ever allow anyone else to be and it could be an amusing read in those idle times.
Ciao for now. Ooh, apparently I'm a poet and I...never mind.
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