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I went up to see the new GF after Xmas. She is quite athletic (not just in the bedroom) and suggested we go for a run to try and offset some of the Christmas excess. Being a strong runner and thinking it would be ok as she was a girl I confidently agreed, I managed about 3 miles before I threw up but this was not the worst part, I got into the shower and was in immense pain, for the first time in my life I had suffered from an ailment I associate with 'larger' people....chaffing - the inside of my thighs were red raw.
My descent into world of chubbiness had been confirmed this morning when on setting foot on the scales I had tipped the 14st mark.
I've been lazy as hell since my last race in September, so next week starts the proper New Year training. A couple of 10km's next week, then back up to 10mi over the next few weeks before tacking on the extra to make it a half marathon.
Need to start getting out with boots and Bergen, too - but that'll come a little later.
I've been lazy as hell since my last race in September, so next week starts the proper New Year training. A couple of 10km's next week, then back up to 10mi over the next few weeks before tacking on the extra to make it a half marathon.
Need to start getting out with boots and Bergen, too - but that'll come a little later.
Just had a shower and thought that as after 4 days I'm still skulking around like and injured crab I would put on some ralgex spray.
So I stand in our bedroom, in my glory spraying the backs of my thighs, and biceps and elbow pits. All done I proceed to get dressed. By the time I got downstairs my bald head, neck and ears are on fire.
I think I just put ralgex on the way a laydee puts on expensive perfume.
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