Monday, 3 September 2012


There's a peculiar thing about the British that we manage to be skinny whilst carrying a good amount of flab about ourselves. For many years I managed to belong confidently to the first category without coming close to even considering flirting with the second.

Alas, switching from a reasonably active lifestyle and a moderately malnourished eating regime to a hearty three meals a day backed up with almost no exercise whatsoever has firmly entrenched me in both camps. Where once was something I could call a six-pack there is now a fair sized one-pack, supported round the sides by some extra packs that certainly are not welcome.

Those who know me will also be aware that I am incredibly keen to be involved with projects that take young people and get them working with retired people. The Generation Link is just such a project that I have helped create and run, and it happens to also be one of the finest things I have ever done.

So I am running the marathon in April 2013 for Team Run For It. One of the official charities of the Virgin London Marathon, Age UK, alongside partners YouthNet, are using Run For It to help solve loneliness and isolation for older people. It's excellent, it's exactly the kind of charity I love and it's doing incredibly superb work.

The downside of all of this is that one-pack I mentioned. There was a time when I'd have been able to make a fair stab at a marathon at a day's notice. It would have nearly killed me but I'd have got round. That time is long gone. Knee injuries and an increasingly sedentary lifestyle have led to my fitness levels being really bloody low. It's not good.

Even worse is that it takes a lot of commitment to train for a marathon. I am a notoriously lazy man and I am excellent at excuses and wheedling my way out of situations that involve exertions of any kind.

This is why I am writing this blog. On here you will find a lot of excuses as I don't quite adhere to the training schedule I should be on. For an unfit man the prospect of training for the next seven and a half months fills me with dread, but if I can do it then anyone can. With a bit of luck, my brutal honesty will spur me on and possibly one or two others.

Stay tuned, I've written a schedule for the next week and it will be interesting to see just how much or how little I manage to stick to it.

I'm scared.


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