Today, exactly a month after my first training run, I weighed in at 13 stone 13lbs – a stone and 4lbs lighter than when I began this torture.
And I am starting to feel more confident that I might actually do this thing. What I no longer know is what happens after I cross the finish line, or at least finish in the marathon. I thought it would be straight down the chippie and then the pub, but the whole jogging, eating vegetables and staying sober thing, is kind of addictive.
I might have to join Fitness Anonymous.
