Oooh...it's official. I've just put my money where my mouth is and got my name down for the Race For Life this summer. Aaarrrggghhhh! One of my sisters is going to run (or jog...or limp...or crawl) with me and we've just registered. I've got a number and everything, I am a bit excited. And scared.
"Let's see, how long have we got, three months?" Nice Gym Manager said thoughtfully when I said to him last week that I was going to take part. "Hmmm, you should really be training every day, then..."
Every day! As if! We are not exactly talking a sprint here, I haven't transformed into super-fit-person overnight. And the very word 'training' sounds a bit frightening and serious from where I'm standing (or sitting, rather, with a cup of tea and biscuit). I will be happy if I get round with collapsing on the ground after the first mile. But I will give it my best shot anyway.
Oh yes, and if any kind generous lovely blog-readers would like to sponsor me (you knew that was coming, didn't you? Sorry!), there is a nifty little widget at the side there that you can click on, or just go here... Thank you sooo much. I need all the motivation I can get!
29 years on, nearly there
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