Firstly, I'm hoping that my new found pseudonym is due to my obsessive adoration of the lovely Laurence, and not my uncanny resemblance to the 6ft 3, 17 stone ex-international.
As the late, great Roy Castle pointed out on many an occasion, "dedication is what you need", I have, for many months dedicated myself to sitting on my ever expanding gluteous MAXIMUS watching reruns of 2 &1/2 Men, NO MORE!!!
And so, with gut wrenching trepidation, I dust off the O.S.B.H. and, in a fit of madness enroll for the 1/2... (I can barely type the word) marathon.
My plan was to quietly use my greatest asset (Ultra T) to coach me off of the couch onto the hard and unforgiving road and make a runner out of me. Alas, he seems to have had other ideas...a sly comment here, a sneaky aside there and suddenly I seem to have become embroiled in the kind of turf war-esque showdown the likes of Jersey has only seen in the Green Room production of West Side Story. I find myself cursing my old lady feet, as I hobble over to my AbKing Pro and wondering if the Shark to my Jet is suffering too?
And so, Marathon B, if beating a girl, recovering from major knee surgery is the spur you need, BRING IT ON!!!!
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