3 years ago, having stopped smoking for several days, and approaching the age of 45, and being generally a lazy sonofabitch, I decided I must do a marathon. Being also an impatient and impetuous old so-and-so, I decided I must do it immediately. Two wrecked knees later, I stopped running and started smoking again.
Now it's different. Now it's personal: it's me or these knees. So I've stopped smoking again, bought a book on how to run (!?), strapped on two knee supports, and I'm off again!
This blog will chart the progress from my current state (one slightly sore right knee, 3 months of walk-running with a maximum constant run time of 25 minutes, and a newly serviced bicycle) to half-marathon fitness in May 2007 (well, we'll have to see about that I suppose).
One slightly problematic development is the, er, development, of a disease called Plantar Fibromatosis in my left foot. But it could be worse, and I'm damned if it's going to get in my way. In fact it's now doubly personal, I suppose - it's now me or these-knees-and-the-plantar-fibromatosis.
Now it's different. Now it's personal: it's me or these knees. So I've stopped smoking again, bought a book on how to run (!?), strapped on two knee supports, and I'm off again!
This blog will chart the progress from my current state (one slightly sore right knee, 3 months of walk-running with a maximum constant run time of 25 minutes, and a newly serviced bicycle) to half-marathon fitness in May 2007 (well, we'll have to see about that I suppose).
One slightly problematic development is the, er, development, of a disease called Plantar Fibromatosis in my left foot. But it could be worse, and I'm damned if it's going to get in my way. In fact it's now doubly personal, I suppose - it's now me or these-knees-and-the-plantar-fibromatosis.
So we'll see!
