Something bad happened this week.
I got rather too drunk (it was my birthday) and OGB took the advantage to turn the tables and bully me into a running event. I don’t know what came over him, that’s supposed to be my job. I wake up on Tuesday with a hangover fitting my extended age and a charity entry into the Great North run - thats a half marathon! Way out of my league.
It seems he’s been getting a bit stressed about all the running commutes I’ve been writing about and taken himself off to the gym to run a punishing 10 miles on the treadmill. Now he can take on the world he wants to rub my nose in it. Shame he didn’t read my posts to the end where he would have discovered that most of my recent commutes have been pitiful 5 k events with a bus ride at the half way point. He’s going to finish me off.
Bear has come to the rescue with an emergency 10 week half-marathon training plan and he wasn’t keen to let me off easily this week just because it was a short one. Here’s my limp lettuce training for week 1/10 on the road to GNR.
Mon: 5.3 km run
Tue: Drinkathon - does that count?
Wed: 20 km bike
Thur: 42 km bike
Fri: zilch, zippo, nada
Sat: 5 km BPTT (I’m back!)
Sun: 9.3 km run & 6.6 km walk
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