Right…. Running… what’s it all about?

I hate running, always have. I remember looking forward to cross country runs at school as much as my classmate ‘Asthmatic Dave’.

Despite this, I have rather foolishly entered myself into the pot for the 2010 London Marathon. Now, I know that the chances of being selected are slim as it’s my first entry, however, I am faced with the fact that in a little under 12 months time I could be standing at the start of a 26 mile course when the last time I ran, non-stop, any sort of distance was over 30 years ago. And that was just for 2 miles.

This coupled with the fact that I stood myself on our scales (which by the way I am convinced have a life of there own) and they told me unless I did something about it, I would be trying to haul 17 stone across the finish line.

All sounds bleak? Pretty much, but there’s something inspiring about facing any sort of adversity and conquering it. Spiritually that’s why I’m doing this.