Educating my muscles
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Three months ago I decided to put myself through 10,000m of bewilderment by signing up to Nike Run London in Hyde Park. Funny how time flies: the run is next Sunday. My weekly training regime has mostly consisted of:
- 2 runs per week around the leafy parks of Ealing, becoming progressively more lengthy
- 2 hour-long sessions of impossibly difficult weight-lifting to the sounds of the B-52’s with a group of predominantly female colleagues (and they all lift heavier weights than me)
- the odd game of squash (during which I squeal like a girl)
If that wasn’t enough of a body shock, I also scraped together enough pennies to buy a package of four training sessions with personal trainer Venus, who is possibly simultaneously the most inspiring and most evil woman I’ve ever encountered. During my first session with her I felt nauseous within about 20 minutes of relentless skipping, squat jumps, box jumping and bunny hopping and punching and shaking and sweating to death. During the first hour-long ordeal I experienced a range of emotions more extreme than anything before. It got worse before it got better, too.
After all this hard graft I’m confident that 10km is within reach and I’ll manage to hopefully complete the distance in an hour or less. It’s been great to be getting fit with a goal in sight, and now I need a little help from you guys. I’m hoping to raise �250 for Fairbridge, a great charity which supports young adults to whom life has so far dealt a raw deal. If you’d like to sponsor me, you can do it all online via my justgiving page. I’ll be eternally grateful.
Of course, pictures of next Sunday’s race will be up on Flickr shortly afterwards.
