After missing several running sessions due to a relapse of my ever-hurting back muscle, it was down to business again today at just before 6am.
But what was this? Grey skies overhead and even some drizzle. We are in the middle of arguably the hottest summer EVER in England and I am expected to run in the wet stuff?
After days of not running, the running dread factor had returned.
‘If you don’t run often enough then this happens’, she explains to me.
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I glanced down at Mr Belly and saw no difference today. No expansion, but certainly no signs of retreat either. Alright this is NOT my belly, more like David Dire’s belly, but looking at it keeps me motivated to keep planting those feet one in front of another.
As a side-effect of the rain,
I will say that ‘rain running’ is actually not bad at all. The sweat from your forehead does tend to mingle with the rainwater and sting your eyes sooner than on a clear day though.
We took a route where I spotted the sheep’ balls 11 days ago and I am pleased to say there was a marked improvement in my time of over 3 minutes.
Its still hard as hell, I keep burping all through the run (is the normal?) and
This dog of mine really takes the piss too. He walks faster than I can jog and seems to grin when strolling past me; that’s just not fair I say.
Ill leave you with a little clip that is living proof that if you play Darts, then the belly will come sooner or later. If you’re under 40 then you probably will have never seen this before.
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