Showing posts with label stupid ideas in the pub. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid ideas in the pub. Show all posts

Friday, 8 May 2009

Yay, yet another running blog

So then. Inspired, in the loosest sense of the word, by Jog Blog, and the rest, often funny posts on life, running, and sundry livestock, I have decided to blog about my feeble attempts at moving faster than walking pace for any significant distance.

I suppose, as seems to be the way of these things, I ought to tell anyone who stumbles across this a little bit about myself. I am 32, I'm definitely out of shape, which is a major reason for starting running. I smoke too much, and really ought to get around to stopping. Other things I enjoy are Whitewater Kayaking, which I don't get to do enough of, cycling, reading, and music (lots of it, and a strange and eclectic selection, apparently).
I work on a farm in sunny Cornwall, as a software developer (yeah go figure).

I was thinking about starting running anyway, but sat watching the London Marathon this time round I thought "I actually want to do that someday, as being a programmer for a small software company just isn't bringing enough pain and suffering into my life". Then thinks I "how about next year?", then I went down the pub.

Now, in what I suspect may well become a bit of a recurring theme here, provided I remember to update this, after a bevvy or two I suggest to my mate Si that we enter nexxt year's London Marathon, and get "Yeah, that's a really good idea, it'll give me a reason to get fit and lose some weight, enter me as well", or words to that effect, as a response. So I do.

A pair a shiny new trainers, and what looks like a useful book, later and I am nearly ready to start reminding myself why I have never liked running much.