I was getting chubby. A few months of relative inactivity were accumulating around my waist.
When Greg candidly pointed out my paunch after an evening of excessive drinking last July, I responded with a challenge. 3 months to get fit for a marathon.
And so it was on a wet windy October morning that I lined up with Greg, my brother and about 130 of the 200 or so who’d registered on the seafront in Ryde.
After the hilliest course imaginable, carrying litres of water in our clothes and shoes, the finish line appeared.
Painful. But not as bad as expected on limited training and a tough course. This year, the challenge is to complete two marathons.