So at the start of the year I took up running. I'd always been the sort of person who shirks any exercise more strenuous than walking, but I felt it was about time I gave something back to my body. So I signed up to a gym, hit the treadmill, and set myself a resolution: enter and complete a 10km run before the end of 2014.
Cut to Sunday 18 May. I've just finished the Great Manchester Run, beaten my target time, and ticked off my resolution. Job done? Well, unfortunately in the course of training for the run I realised that I was enjoying myself too much to stop at 10km. I started looking at half-marathons (around 21km), and found a suitable one in October. That seemed long enough away that I could adequately prepare, and so in my mind I committed myself to this new target.
Cut to now. June and July were hectic; too much holidaying, too much partying, and far too little running means I'm a little behind schedule as far as my preparations are concerned. So this week has been my penance: running every day, be it at the gym or outdoors, pushing myself back into good habits so that I don't fail come October. I'm off out again now...