Another Day..

Another day, another 7.25 miles under my belt…

Actually, my belt is an issue now, as it no longer fits me. The trousers I bought in the US recently don’t fit me, my favourite jacket is too big and even my hat seems massive. Trevor, of course, is still not happy about my weight and will probably demand the removal of a limb this weekend…I shall remind him this in a few month's time when he is commenting on my lack of progress in the free-weights area.

I either weigh too much, run too fast, run too slow, talk too much or try to push him under cars (actually, guilty as charged on that one..but it only happed three times). My jacket is not absorbent enough, I can’t tie my shoe laces and I always turn up too early for runs. Clearly, the man is besotted with me and enjoys every second of my company.

Seriously, although the training has been a struggle for me of late and I am getting to the point when I would rather stick needles in my eye than run, Trevor has been magnificent. Without his clear plan and almost visionary grasp of where I need to be to not die a horrible and painfully cold death out on the ice I would be getting worried now. Of course I am nervous…but then again, every time I pull on the lycra I am nervous….does it make my look like a gay super hero?


Sunday will be the last long run before the race and I plan to make it as fun as possible. So, Trevor, 630am Sunday morning I am going to sing, run blindly into things, ask silly questions (such as are we there yet?) and generally wind you up. It will be, however, as always, a great run and one that I am sure I will thoroughly enjoy.