Actually it's Day 12 as training officially started on 15th June...!
A number of things have happened recently which made me realise that I need to lose some weight. Clothes don't fit properly; my dad (a serial cake lover) made several jokes at my belly's expense at a recent family get together; a certain Insolvency Practitioner pointed out my expanding waist line at a corporate function. However, 2 things happened which really nailed it home. Firstly, my wife sent me a link to Tough Mudder saying "you should do this." Then, I had some pictures taken for a press release and didn't recognise the fat bloke looking back at me (and I had been seriously holding my gut in when the pictures were taken). It was time to take action. It was time to take DRASTIC action, if nothing else so that I wouldn't have to buy some new suits!
Things weren't always like this. Before Fleur and I got together I used to run 13 miles at least once a week. I was in the best shape of my life. But when I ran the half marathon I'd been training for in 26 degrees heat, on a hilly course, it was seriously tough and I thought "why am I bothering?" And as our relationship grew clearly contentedness set it in as the belly started growing. I have tried intermittently to get back on the wagon, so to speak, but haven't managed to stay on it.
So, following my wife's advice (or request!) I have signed up to do a Tough Mudder. Go big or go home, that's my new motto! "Probably the toughest event on the planet" may be ambitious, but I need something exciting to keep me interested enough to do the training. However, what I also need is some pressure, and so I have offered to raise money for Edward's Trust. Which is also the point of this blog - to tell as many people as possible what I'm doing so that there's no chance of backing out!
Please follow these pages where I will describe the gruelling training that I go through over the next few months. And be prepared to part with some cash come the end of it for a wonderful charity.
A number of things have happened recently which made me realise that I need to lose some weight. Clothes don't fit properly; my dad (a serial cake lover) made several jokes at my belly's expense at a recent family get together; a certain Insolvency Practitioner pointed out my expanding waist line at a corporate function. However, 2 things happened which really nailed it home. Firstly, my wife sent me a link to Tough Mudder saying "you should do this." Then, I had some pictures taken for a press release and didn't recognise the fat bloke looking back at me (and I had been seriously holding my gut in when the pictures were taken). It was time to take action. It was time to take DRASTIC action, if nothing else so that I wouldn't have to buy some new suits!
Things weren't always like this. Before Fleur and I got together I used to run 13 miles at least once a week. I was in the best shape of my life. But when I ran the half marathon I'd been training for in 26 degrees heat, on a hilly course, it was seriously tough and I thought "why am I bothering?" And as our relationship grew clearly contentedness set it in as the belly started growing. I have tried intermittently to get back on the wagon, so to speak, but haven't managed to stay on it.
So, following my wife's advice (or request!) I have signed up to do a Tough Mudder. Go big or go home, that's my new motto! "Probably the toughest event on the planet" may be ambitious, but I need something exciting to keep me interested enough to do the training. However, what I also need is some pressure, and so I have offered to raise money for Edward's Trust. Which is also the point of this blog - to tell as many people as possible what I'm doing so that there's no chance of backing out!
Please follow these pages where I will describe the gruelling training that I go through over the next few months. And be prepared to part with some cash come the end of it for a wonderful charity.
