About me.

Lets get things into perspective.

I don't run. In fact, sometimes I struggle to walk. I have arthritis in my knees and back and I am overweight. By quite a lot.

So why have I decided to run a 10K event?

Well, in the space of a month, my friend's partner and then another close friend have found out that they have cancer. Both dont deserve to have to face this.

This is my way of showing support and hopefully to raise money for Cancer Research. Hopefully by documenting my journey, I can stay focused and encourage people to stay interested enough to sponsor me on this epic adventure.

DAY 5 - 26 MAY 2013

ouch.

           Think my arse cheeks have been attacked by one of these ...........


but as I was sober last night, I think its safe to say that the pain is due to overworking my glutes,

 so today I have decided to have a rest day. 

Only my friend Bethan decided to send me this.


Cool, I'll work on my ABS instead.

Only I don't think I've got any abs. Well I think I used to....a very very long time ago, before my body (and mind) was RUINED by carrying and giving birth to three girls.

 Apparently abs are those muscles in the stomach area, your core muscles and if you work said core muscles, not only will my posture be better, my training will be easier, and as even more of an incentive I will go from looking like this  ...............

 
     








                                                                              to looking like this....

Allegedly.

So off we go...DAY 1 ....15 sit ups, 5 crunches...

First the sit ups. Lay on the floor, knees bent, hands at side of head, I can only imagine to prevent whiplash, from when I throw my upper body upright. Deep breath and.....NOTHING. My head comes up but nothing else. Oh.

OK try again. Deep breath, tighten muscles, .....heeeaaaveeee...and pftttttt.

Oops.

"Mother"!!!!! The 2 girly wirlies titter. "Wasnt me!" I reply. "Must have been the dog"......

Try again.

Deep breath, tighten muscles ....and ...lift....PFTTTTTTTT!!!

Oops (again).

 I feel like I've got a dead weight sat on my chest, but Dean is at work.

Perhaps I need to anchor my feet. "Girls, instead of laughing at me, can't one of you come and sit on my feet?"

"eurgh, mum, I'M not sitting down there!!"

  And so endeth my Ab training (for the time being).

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