Great times. This week, I too, have got my brand-spanking new marathon stompers. They are brilliantly shiny, smell the marvelous smell of a factory fresh slippers and are armed with wonderful and silly named padding and endurance enhancing based technology.
However, none of this can distract from the fact, although I hoped it would, that they have exactly the same purpose as the old trainers; i.e they in some small way, some small yet important way, cushion the impact of my heavy frame as I clock up the miles.
Unfortuitously it is my over sized pie stomach and thunder thighs that still remain the problem now me and Mr Groves are beginning to clock up the miles. My back hasn't stopped feeling "tight" over the past two weeks as it groans to cope with the over hang the other side. To remedy this, as I don't believe moaning has much of a positive physiological effect (although I may be wrong) I plan to restart Tai Chi and practise it at least every other day and redouble my attempts to shed the pounds. No sneaky sandwiches or chocolate bars for me. I may also book in for my first ever sports massage, although this does somewhat fills me with dread. It is yet to be tested to see if I liked to be touched in a firm and sporty yet massagey type of way.
Partly nothing can be done to help my bulk. I am who I am and I of course blame genetics. My mother, in her youth, although standing no more than five feet tall, had the nickname Teresa Tree Trunk Legs so what can I do? Although it has to be said I don't think her weight ever ventured much above 8 stone. Ah, there is something to be said for moderation then, after all.
Maxim of the day - Do it, fool! (Mr T)
This weeks mileage to come - 5 on Tursday - 3 on Saturday - 12 on Sunday
Lets get ready to rumble! (PJ and Duncan)
