This morning I decided it was about time I did some proper exercise. So I donned my runners and dusted off the treadmill which has been looking at me rather reproachfully from the corner of the conservatory for some considerable time. Thinking back, the last time I did any running (apart from trying to catch the ice cream van for the kids) was last summer when I did Race For Life. There are loads of reasons why I've lapsed with the whole running thing, the main one being suffering from the condition known as Lazyarsedness.
I was quite chuffed with myself. Managed to do 4K (ok, so mostly walked but at a fast pace with a few hundred metres of running chucked in) in 40 minutes. The time's a bit shit considering when I was 'race fit' *mock chortles* I could run 5K in just under that. Even remembered to do cool down stretches afterwards but OMG, getting fit is bloody hard work. Then there's fitting it in. Official advice, i.e. the Nanny State by which we are all ruled, is 30 mins of exercise 5 times a week. When the hell am I supposed to be able to do that? I've worked out that I can probably only do it before anyone else in the house gets up so that means setting the alarm for 6am during the week, bloody hell. Still, keep focussed - if getting fit lowers my blood pressure and shifts a few pounds that should mean by GP keeps off my back. Pass me a caramel slice...
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