Hungover (permanently)

There’s a definite trend about this blog. Leonie posts on exciting sightings, thrill-seeking snow sports and culinary adventure. I just tend to moan.

Really, I don’t mean to be bringing everyone down. The thing is, I’m just. So. Tired.

SO. Tired.

Sure, my mileage is peaking at the moment. I did my second 20-miler last weekend (10 minutes slower than the last), and have been suffering for it since. It’s not so much aching legs, as you might expect. More waking up every morning feeling as though I was out boozing in a big way the night before. If only. Virtually tee-total and yet permanently hungover. How does that work?

The thing is, I don’t remember being this puny during my training for the Paris marathon three years ago. Perhaps being three years older is the problem. I certainly seem to be picking up more viruses and skipping more workouts than I probably should as a result.

Who knows? Either way, I am going to attempt some cheery thoughts to banish the get up-run-work-get home-eat-sleep-repeat-repeat-repeat blues (you have permission to get your violin out at this point). Here goes:

• Leonie’s fab feature on the HACT team’s recent training efforts is published in today’s Inside Housing (for instant gratification check out the online version). Surely that will push our fundraising total beyond the £907 mark it’s been stuck stubbornly on for what seems like weeks now.
• You can also see us training with the other HACT runners on the above video.
• Only one more long run to go! (22 miles over Easter Weekend. Bring on the eggs.)
• A taster of race-day atmosphere to come on Sunday when Leonie and I run the Fleet half-marathon in Hampshire.
• Only five weeks til the big day – and no more marathons ever again. (All readers are required to take collective responsibility to ensure that this stipulation is adhered to).

Time to pop some pills. Happy weekends all. And do feel free to sponsor us for a fantastic cause – it will provide a much-needed spring in my step.