Legs and Arms

Yesterday, I had a beast of a work-out.

By the time I had finished training my legs and triceps, which is my favourite workout, I staggered out of the gym feeling weary and sore. It was a wonderful feeling. It is a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure which means a job well done (both from Trevor and myself) and a few days of soreness to come. These days always take me back to the core reason why we are doing this: because we know that sometime in the future we wont be able to do this and that each rep, each curl and each mile we run will help change a few lives.

Over the last few weeks we have talked a lot about the marathon.; the distance, the pain, the relentless training but we have not lost our sense of wonder that we will soon run across a frozen lake in Russia. Our wives may well divorce us, our toe-nails may well turn black and we may be permanently sore but at the end of the day people will benefit from this.

I think that above all this keeps me sane.