Sometimes you lose your head and do things completely out of the ordinary. Most of those mad moments are fleeting and are easily glossed over and forgotten. Others come back to haunt you and make you wish you'd never opened your big mouth!

When I started flirting with running in October 2008 it was because I was at least two stone overweight and the excuse of I've just had a baby was three years old! I had ran  before, successfully losing a stone and a half some four years previously, but had never run more than 4 miles at a time. Starting again was a bit of a shock to the system but as the weight started to come off I started to get delusions of grandeur.
Imagine the scene... Me "let's do the Great North Run"

My mate (experienced Marathon runner) "Ok"

Me "oh"
So that was it, couldn't get out of it. Here we are the first week in August, the run is the 20th September and I'm scared!!
I haven't done too badly to be fair. I'm up to 9 1/2 miles so pretty confident I'll get round, but my motivation which kept me going through the long cold winter seems to have deserted me. I've just been on holiday for a week and not run a step, unless you count running to the fridge for another beer! Now I'm back home and it's a bit rainy outside...maybe I'll go tomorrow...........