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 6578 (or so it seems) 4 July 2013

                              I'm in a really bad mood.

No particular reason, I just am. Tell a lie ....there are several reasons, but I'm not going to bore you with them, just be assured

                      I am in a REALLY REALLY bad mood.

And I have been for a couple of days.

'Go for a run!', Mummy says...'that will make you feel better!'

Yeah, right, sure it will..

.'Go on!, Mummy knows best!!'

No she doesnt.

But part of me thinks she may be right, so I put my gear on.

Now when I'm in a bad mood, everything and everyone annoys me..the dogs are annoying me, the kids are nagging and its annoying me and Dean is breathing. Yes, its annoying me, but despite this he decides to come and keep me company.

Fool.

We walk the other way round the course, to make it interesting.

Its not interesting.

I'm too hot.

'Take your coat off then'..Mr S exclaims.

'I cant, too much fluff under my pits today'.

I've got the wrong water bottle with me. It doesnt feel right.

                              My battery in my phone keeps bleeping. Its annoying me.

                                                                     There are too many kerbs, my knees are jarring.

Time to run..

I take one step, but there's an awful burning down my right shin, so I stop.
                                                                                                    Walk a bit longer.
                                                                                                                   
 The pavements are too narrow,
                             there are too many people,
                                                    the sun is in my eyes,
                                                                            its too windy,
                                                                                         I feel too fat.

 I try again to run....back comes the pain.

                                          I shout at Dean.

                                       He shouts back at me.

                                                 Bastard.

                                                I start to cry........ Cos of course it's all his fault.

                                  Run aborted, we fast walk instead.

                                 I think I'll try again tomorrow :(



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  1. Rhydd4 July 2013 at 14:49

    Keep at it Deb. We all have our bad days. Yes, even me.

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  2. Julie D4 July 2013 at 15:19

    Oh Deb :(

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