I’ve always been the fat kid, never weighed myself and never really bothered with diets or there was always an excuse why I couldn’t diet or exercise. In 2008 I half arsed a 10K in just under 80 minutes and then spent the rest of the day eating so much food that I probably put on weight!
Skip forward to December 2011 and my 29th birthday and it was time I started to lose weight. The excuses were easy, just get through Christmas and New Year and I promised myself that I would try to lose weight. Just like always everyone thought but come the 1st January 2012 I actually started something and I’m still going now
I weighed myself that day and came in at 18 stone, for a 5’6 guy that was big, Johnny Vegas big as a friend(!) once said so it was time to start calorie counting and I downloaded the C25K app and went for my first walk/run. The weight started dropping off and the C25K became easy and the Bridge to 10k started calling.
It was time to attempt a 10K and I chose the same one I walked four years earlier. This time I ran every step and finished in a respectable 1 hour 10. That was the 10K done so the next step was a half marathon, that would be easy based on the improvements I had been making.
Wrong, that was tough, a 2 hours 23 half was ok for a first attempt but it hurt and I knew I could do better. I finished 2012 with another 10K and managed to get under an hour for the first time.
2013 was going to be my year but injuries took over and I only managed two races, a 58 minute 10K and a half marathon PB of 2.12
2013 clearly wasn’t my year but 2014 was. 3 parkruns, 2 10ks and 7 half marathons with PB’s of 25.46, 51.40 and 1.49.10 coupled with getting my weight down to 11 and a half stone meant I was loving running and there was only one thing that could possibly make me fall out of love with running. The big M!
As an Englishman there was only one marathon I wanted to do, London. I put my name in the ballot and waited. During that waiting time I started thinking I needed a plan B and started looking at other races and Paris quickly stood out. After a bit of research my plan B soon became plan A and I was booked up ready to go to France. My London rejection arrived on my doorstep and I wasn’t in the slightest bit disappointed.
After my last half I had a bit of a break, ate a lot of food and drank a lot of booze. I’m now starting my marathon training and trying to get my weight back under control
I’m looking forward to the adventure…