By Jamie Hill
I’m not a religious person. Never have been.
I’m more of a science kind of guy. That’s never stopped me celebrating Jesus’s birthday (Christmas) or Jesus’s deathday (Easter - where he died for our sins to bring us some choccy eggs).
I guess that makes me a bit of a hypocrite but I buy into Christmas and Easter - not because of the religious connotations but because they are two opportunities every year where family really can get together for a few days and you can get lost in a whirlwind of boardgames, telly and just generally not doing much.
As you can probably guess from reading this blog ‘not doing much’ is my preferred state of being.
But these holidays both involve way too much food. Easter especially when instead of presents you get chocolate eggs. I love chocolate eggs. And I look forward to Easter sponsored by Cadbury’s every year solely because of the chocolate eggs.
It’s like Easter is put there solely to make sure that we keep those obesity stats as high as they are right now. “Losing weight? Don’t worry, it’s Easter, have a choccy egg! It doesn’t count. Jesus said so!”
So I weighed myself this morning to discover that despite my best efforts during the week everything was shot to pieces by the Easter Egg orgy that happened yesterday.
I tried to resist… honest but there was just way too much choccy temptation. It meant this week that instead of losing weight, I ended up putting on a pound! Not much I know but after a week of sweating I expected to have actually been down a few pounds.
Anyway the weight loss thing is now secondary to getting my fitness levels up. I’m quite pleased with myself having gone out this week for runs when I really didn’t feel up to it.
This morning I even ran 3.25 miles but maybe that was me trying to overcompensate after the egg orgy of yesterday.
I can hardly move now though. And my legs are in open revolt as we speak.
There’s only six months to go now until I actually run the Birmingham Marathon in aid of ICP Support and I’ve actually started my 26 week Nike + running programme now so that it will tell me exactly what I should be doing, what runs, what exercises until the actual date of October 15.
This is quite scary but at the same time it’s quite satisfying knowing that I’m now on the programme. It’s starting off quite easy on me for the last few days apart from the 3 mile run this morning. But the rest of this week looks quite simple with a couple more recovery runs as the programme/app tries to gauge my fitness. At this precise moment though I feel knackered.
Talk next week, Fat Jamie