I appear to have accidentally committed myself to running a half marathon in six months time**.
I’m not entirely sure how this came about. It started with a general urge to get a bit fitter, followed by a decision to do this mostly through running about a bit. At some point, possibly while enjoying a bottle or two of wine, Kirsty pointed out that goals, something to aim for, might be a good idea.
And then a couple of days later, I found myself reading about The Great Scottish Run, an annual half marathon held in Glasgow on Sunday 2nd September this year. Well, I thought, it’s certainly something to aim for.
And somehow, I talked myself into doing it. Something to aim for? Well, I suppose that not dying through under-preparation is certainly that.
So, after years of inactivity, I’m sort of in training. This week I’m going to try and loosen up bit, and remind my muscles how to work with some brisk early morning walks, and light evening workouts. Next week, when I’ve found some decent running shoes, I’ll get started properly.
I know I’m deeply unfit, but I’ve got six months. That’s got to be do-able, right?
** by which I mean that in six months time I shall run a half marathon, rather than that it will take me six months to run a half marathon…