January 2, day 3 of my Old Years Resolution.
This morning I woke with reluctant enthusiasm, it's tough to wake up when it's dark, a minus temperature outside, and almost inside too as the heating doesn't come on till I get up and turn it on, and there's snow on the ground.
But up and straight into my running gear, with determination to pound those fat cells into submission.
1/2 a banana for a snack, a bit of internet surfing while it digested. Then into my runners and after firing up the treadmill, plugging the mp3 player firmly into my ears, switching on the heart rate monitor and tying back my hair. By that point I was exhausted... perhaps I'll run tomorrow.
But NO! Fat cells watch out.
After a brisk 0.25km walk I upped the speed to my sluggardly running pace and off I went. Watching another runner go by on the ice and snow outside only strengthened my resolve to learn how they do it, though it's warmer on the treadmill. Somehow I'm just not that enthusiastic about having to cover every bit of flesh and put vaseline around my eyes, the only bit that's uncovered, just to go for a quick run outside. I know, I'm a wimp.
And of course the fact that several of my friends are ultra marathon runners is going to keep me focused on achieving my targets, which are:
1. Enter at least one race (and turn up to take part).
2. Run to a place called Whiteman's Gap. From the house it's 2km on the flat then a 7km continuous uphill grind with a 410m increase in elevation. Having gasped halfway to the top in 2006 it's tough but hey, those fat cells won't know what's hit 'em.
So watch this space, as the kilometres increase the pounds of unwanted fat should start slipping away.
