One Sunday I woke up with every intention of breaking my own record of running 10 K in less than 1 hour 12 minutes. So there I was, ready to rock! But unfortunately it was foggy so I decided to put off my challenge, instead I stayed in my pyjamas, sat on the sofa, watching tele catching up with my favourite series, Dexter, whilst drinking hot chocolate and eating crumpets with Nutella.

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As the day went by the weather improved a lot, the sun came out, shining brilliantly through the windows and reflecting right onto my television, so I could no longer see the screen. I said to myself: “The world is telling me it is time to move my bum from the sofa and do something worthwhile”.

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I jumped out from my comfort zone and I got all my gear on, very determined to go and conquer the world. I started doing my ritual warming up cos when you are in your 30’s and do any kind of exercise every single muscle twinges.

With all my energy I started my course and my battle against the clock. After only two kilometres however, I started feeling an unbearable pain in my teeth; it was as if I had them inside a bucket of ice! Luckily after 10 minutes the torment was gone.

When I reached the halfway stage my body started expressing a strong disapproval of this current activity, I got a kind of rash on my belly, I could feel one by one the spots appearing on my body, so I decided to turn up the music, and hope that the extra volume would drown out my discomfort.

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After what seemed an age and having been to hell and back on my route, I found out that I just ran two minutes faster than my previous run! But yes I broke my own record!

 

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