Like many other running bloggers out there, I’m holding out for Janathon. It’s excusing my Quality Street excesses and tempering the pain of each incremental ounce appearing on the tanita speak the truth scales.
Janathon is a shiny health beacon in a desert of flab an lethargy.
Some time back in a moment of resolve, I was going to shed 3 stone and reach all new PB heights. The new slimline speedy me was up for all sorts of challenges such as the hilly Hastings half and the mountainous Keswick Challenge. I was going to whup ass. Unfortunately my ass just grew wobblier and wobblier.
All is not yet lost but Janathon really does have its work cut out this year if I’m to be a finely honed athlete by early spring.
Thanks to fortnightflo for reminding me of the light at the end of the tunnel.