Just noticed

I'm so guilty - all my posts are about my guilt. I'm treating my blog like some sort of fat aunty that has taken my head and rested it between her large breasts, she's stroking my head and she's telling me it's all going to be ok.

But she can't do anything about it! She's fat. And it's not going to be ok if I don't start training properly. And you're just, well at the moment, you're three people following my blog.

I must admit

things are not going to plan.

The last 2 weeks have seen about 4 gym sessions, approx 40 minutes long (water breaks and searching for decent adrenaline pumping tracks inc.)

My latest strategy is to make my legs as beefy as possible (this after reading some guys blog from last year's Etape - he talks of packs of guys chasing up hill and the tough lads up front screaming 'steep to the right' when a nasty hill comes in to view).

Must make myself some man legs, to get up these man hills.

Turns out these sessions where I pummel my body for 30 mins only end up making my knees weaker, my mind softer, my will to live...

So it's time to be a bit smarter and a little bit less of a willy about the whole thing.

One last blow out night (it's a friends birthday and there's brazillian music, dancing, drinks) and tomorrow begins a better me.

One I can be proud of.