Most of my previous new year’s resolutions have involved cutting down on swearing and eating less chocolate.
While giving up one led to an inevitable increase in the other, this year’s resolution will leave me too tired to swear but able to scoff plenty of chocolate without putting a single ounce in weight on.
I foolishly said I’d run a marathon this year, in front of other witnesses at the bar on New Year’s Eve. Next morning I was not only weighed down with the a hangover but the realisation of how far 26 miles is.
And so, sober and showered, I can look forward to the Manchester Half Marathon on April 8.
More here http://itsallmyownwork.wordpress.com/2013/01/03/marathon-is-a-four-letter-word/
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If anyone who was there is a bit fuzzy on the details, you could always try to convince them that they promised to run with you
Chester is far enough away from now. It is supposed to be a fast course, although I thought it undulating and never ending!
.2 - a marathon is 26.2 miles