Marathon S still on the ultimate high having seen Brotherhood of Man last night in one of Jerseys finest glittering nightspots. It's like a natural euphoria that is trying to dispel the pain that is coarsing through my body.
Anyway, enough of that, back to the training and my efforts to get fit.
After Wednesdays debacle and pain fest I was more down than a duck feather quilt, as happy as a broke d!ck dog and howling at the moon bemoaning the fact that I can't even run a few miles without being crippled.
Marathon P gave me some wise words of encouragement so I woke up Thursday morning ready for the challenge once more.
It was time again for action, this is more action after the trainers, acupuncture and hours spent at the Doctors, however, this time it was going to be natural.
I headed to the local health food shop looking for anything that could help my ruined joints and muscles. Cod Liver Oil was an easy choice so I got the mother load capsule, something similar in size to the bomb dropped by the Enola Gay, having taken two already I think they are mainly designed for a reticulating python. I teamed this with a new wonder drug called Celadrin, topped with a Glucoasmine chaser. I think I'll be able to complete the marathon but have to suffer life long liver failure, that is a small price to pay to be one of the four muskateers on the start line.
It was time to give my joints a rest so I hopped on the cross trainer, set the program to random the resistance to 13 and banged out 45 mins, with a heart around 145 and a nice 650 calorie burn.
Not content with that I pegged to the treadmill and set the incline to 1.5, speed to 6.6 and strode out for 15 mins to make an hour of cardio.
This was tipped with some stretching where I discovered that I have a 32" inside leg but 26" hamstrings, gonna take awhile to bang those rude boys into action.
I'm off to watch the mighty En-ger-land at Twickers tomorrow with Marathon T, then it's a week in Barcelona with Easter being spent in London where the streets are paved with gold. It's gonna be tough doing the training and keeping the weight off, however, I will prevail.
9 weeks on Sunday it's race day, bring it on, I laugh in it's face.
Onwards and upwards MoFo's.
Also, never mind Where's Wally, more like Where's Marathon P?
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