Kick up the backside...

After a few months of sticking to a training plan, finally overcoming most of my aches and pains and getting into the swing of this running thing, it has to be said that of late things have gone a bit rubbish. Despite the best of intentions, last week I managed the sum total of one 3 mile run... kinda pitiful really.

I spent this weekend through in London with the girls - staying in Blackheath near the start of the marathon. We ended up walking back via the marathon route through Greenwich, with all the mile markers, barriers and things up. The following morning, watching the marathon on TV, we started talking about running - Jo took part in a marathon last year (and is full of useful advice like don't wear new trainers for the actual run, don't wear cotton if it rains and take jelly beans with you to eat on the way). I realised that this isn't meant to be easy and that the whole part of doing something like this is that it is meant to be a challenge. So as some of the others have said, time to suck it up, stop whinging about how I don't have enough time and just get out there and put the miles in.

So the new training plan is written and stuck to my fridge, along with a photo of Uncle Fluff. That, together with reading the posts from the rest of Team_Atko will hopefully give me enough of a kick up the backside to get out of the door and get on with it...

"Running is a big question mark that's there each and every day. It asks you, 'Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?'" - Peter Maher, Canadian marathon runner

P.S> I'm back on The Rock this weekend for Trudy and Krista's 30th birthday party - anyone fancy a run along the front on Saturday morning?