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 7 - 28 May 2013 - Rhydd (He's a bit of a freak dont you know)

Today, I cant be arsed.

So I'm going to introduce you to Rhydd.  Rhydd is my freaky friend from work, and he is 100% responsible for the stupidest idea ever known to man, which is me doing a 10k run. So we have made Rhydd join in to show us how its done proper like.

So without further delay...I give you....RHYDDERCH (rapturous applause).

     "Alright, enough of Deb, already. My turn. Not so much "run-fatboy-run" as "run-fifteen-stone-of-real-man-run".

 I know what you're thinking : "But Rhydd.....you're already SO fit, running back and fore to work every day, uphill on the way home, ....setting a shining example to us all!!!!"

 and you'd be right, but, by golly, I'm not as fit as I used to be.

 I used to be SO fit I'd do a 15-mile run every Saturday morning just for a bit of a laugh. And that's not actually a joke. Seriously. I did. I've run a marathon in 3 hours 33 mins, finishing ahead of the guy in the werewolf costume and the giant tomato.

 And its those glory days I wish to return to.

 Basically I want to go from this...
Curry with one's pals







Sweaty Betty
 .......... back to this.





  My journey back to greatness began on Saturday began on Saturday morning, with a 7-or-8 mile run along the Tawe cycle path. It seemed to go OK. I managed to keep up a fairly respectable pace and didn't cry once.

 Checking my time at the end I realised that I hadn't checked my time at the beginning. Crap! So a less than perfect start, but a start nonetheless. And starting's always the hardest part, right kids?

 Oh and I also forgot to stretch.

 My three golden rules of running:

 1. Always do your stretches first
2. Keep hydrated
3. Listen to metal on my ipod

 That marathon I did in just over three-and-a-half hours? At least 20 minutes of that is down to SLAYER. No kidding.

 But I digress.

 I have done the 10k before, probably about half a dozen times and managed it in about 45 mins. If I can come close to that, I'll be happy.

 As the weeks go on I'm going to be upping my distances. I want to be back to 15-milers every Saturday. By the time race-day comes around in September. I don't know why. I just do. That's my target. My goal.

 That and raising shed-loads of money for Cancer Research UK.

 As KISS once sang:
"Everybody needs a reason to live! BABY! Everybody's got a dream, and a hunger inside!"

Etc and so on.

This time, of course, I'm not doing it just for me, but for Jeannette and Julie. And if that doesn't make me get up off my arse and train.
Nothing will.

Horns ablaze!!

Rhydd.
Rhydd





  

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