It wasn’t even my idea….

I do vaguely remember someone saying something about running a half marathon. The memory is hazy due to the red wine fog I was inhabiting at the time (it was thick around the table)…The next morning I put it all down to drunken bravado and thought no more about it. By the time I had come to my senses several days later I was confronted by two determined, lets generously call them, athletes hell bent on running for 13 miles in a few short months.

In response to this shock, over Christmas, my body rebelled and went down with a terrible bout of flu (proper flu too, the laying in bed shivering all day kind – not Man flu – as my other half kept calling it)…which took me a good two weeks to shake.

When I emerged from my delirium I assumed the whole thing would have blown over…but I had figured without the pig-headedness of my co-runners. While I had been laid up in bed, they had been out buying an array of running equipment, trainers, books, jackets, lightweight vests (for January!)….and I was stuck with the real possibility that this was going to happen.

On the 7th January 2008 – I pulled on my old runners trainers and hit the treadmill for the first time in years.

What we will present in this blog are some of the high- and low-lights of the next 4 months as we struggle to come to terms with advancing years and retreating fitness. Through extreme pain we are all currently training for a half marathon – our first. We have a thirty something, a forty something and one member who will pass between the two decades as we progress.

It is not going to be pretty.

And please bear in mind it wasn’t even my idea…

Marathon T