On not running
As the London marathon runners set off this morning from Greenwich in the unhelpful heat, I was walking the dog on Hampstead Heath. 26 miles is a slightly silly distance and you shouldn't do it unless you're really fit. I wasn't, as became obvious to me about six weeks ago. So I flunked. I hope to try again next year, but I do feel a bit jealous of the 36,000 men and women, who even now are strung out between Woolwich and Tower Bridge.
Walking the dog is much better than running yourself into the ground...
Posted by: Julie Pain | 22 Apr 2007 13:48:50
I did it and for a ... um ... "larger gentleman" like myself it was freaking hellish. My planned PB vanished and it was all I could do to keep my cramp locked legs moving fast enough to avoid a PW. May the good Lord bless the St John's Ambulance Brigade and their massage skills.
http://www.justgiving.com/moobs2007
Posted by: Moobs | 24 Apr 2007 09:43:18