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Ah there's nothing like an experienced man ! As we gathered, like a flock of hens, around the Silver Fox , he gently advised us to take it "Nice and Easy" . " "Nice and Easy" he said again capturing us under his spell. He warmed us up slowly and expertly, until we were mere chicken tenders in his hands. Because of this, none of us thought to ask him what exactly he expected of us this evening, so we got to clucking between ourselves, heads bobbing and ducking as we wondered would it be a 10, 5, 10...would he go 12 and 12 ,or go the whole way to 22 without stopping....ooooh the fear of the unknown! Shortly after the whistle blew the wily old Silver Fox told us we were on a 15 minute run....oh boy ! His positive encouragement and occasional " well done, you are doing great" were the key to our managing our longest run to date. Bewitched by him, we took off for the following 5 minute run with smiles on our faces, but you should never trust a fox ! A

Yes, Yes, I know I posted earlier today but sometimes material just presents itself to you and you have to write. Off I went to meet the Marathon Marys in the Fair Green and up arrives Marie the Moocher. I was, yet again , complaining about how hard I found Monday night, when MTM advised me that she too found it hard especially, she felt because of her new " special" running cropped pants. "Why so special" I asked naively , only for MTM to advise us that these "special" pants were designed to increase your amount of sweating while running, thereby aiding weight loss. Well, a few ears pricked up at this and I proceeded to feel MTM's leg, to find her pants felt like a wet suit. " Where did you get them? " we begged to know. "Done Deal" said MTM...." Done Deal" I exclaimed thinking MTM had totally lost itand was now purchasing the second hand running gear of a fellow athlete who died while training for their C25K. " Dea

September 5th ...it's in my sights. I am already imagining it. I lie in bed at night dreaming of it. I see myself in the bright yellow Marathon Mary's t shirt, legs tired, body sweating.... struggling but satisfied. FINALLY, I think, I've reached the pinnacle of 10 weeks training, 10 weeks of being caressed by Gentle Gary, abused by Rapid Ronan, cheered up by Jolly Joan, battered by Mr. Boot Camp...the bastard, chatted up by the Golfing Rumpsteak, blown at by Little Big Horn, encouraged by the Dusky Digger, lapped by the Silver Fox, silently stalked by Feline Foggy and overtaken by Macho Malone. My day had finally come and the rewards would be great. In my dream I see myself, pushing past others, striving to get to the line, being elbowed by a couple of other Marathon Mary's as I reach forward desperate to get there...I finally do and shout at the top of my voice " Bottle of Bud please barman..." Yes, I've made it to the bar in the Mary's for the C25K

Bless me Father...I must have sinned.....that is the only explanation I have for the punishment rained down on me last night at the hands of Rapid Ronan. Mother of God ! I arrived down to the Fair Green delighted that the aches and strains from earlier in the week had disappeared, and I was ready for running. Rapid warmed us up gently...good start...must be listening to us? "Right ladies, tonight is a 10, 8, 4, 2 minute session" . Now, at this stage no one trusts Rapid Ronan and one of the Marathon Mary's walked up to him and asked how many minutes would be in between those runs...." "2 minutes" he said, "about 90 seconds"...now I don't know what school of Maths Rapid went to , but in my education days 2 minutes was in fact 120 seconds. I decided not to take this up with him so early in the evening...in case he would take it out on me ! I called him a few names under my breath and off we went. The first 10 mins were hard but the first run al

Last night I recreated a scene from a movie. I know that you , understandably, are thinking " Chariots of Fire" or Rocky running up the steps, "The Long Run" or "Endurance ", but you would be wrong. Before I set out for C25K last night I gathered my running gear, only to find that my cropped support sports top/bra which I wear over my control bra, was in the wash....what to do? I noted the bad weather and decided to take out a long forgotten elasticated vest top, which was very snug in nature, so, in my opinion, perfect for the job of keeping the puppies in check...It was ! I started out on my 10 ( yes 10!) minute run and offended no-one with my chest, although I did cop the Golfing Rumpsteak trying to look ! A few minutes in and a particular film scene came to mind...You see, the elasticated, tight, woven vest top, worn over my bra and under my lurid pink top had the notable effect of greatly increasing my body temperature, until I was tearing at my clo

Now how cute are these shoes ???? I cannot believe that my previous addiction for heels, wedges, mules, bows, sling backs and glitter has been overtaken with a desire for a supportive, medial arch providing, shock absorbing runner ! I loooove my new trainers. Yet again I advertise for Elvery's with gay abandon. Talking of gay, I have a new girl crush...Jolly Joan..... an athletic angel. It was my first experience with JJ last night and oh boy did she deliver. The thing I liked most though, was the fact that she was encouraging, positive, cheerful, smiley and lovely...apart from her lunges...too long and too deep for me anyway ! I was all excited last night as I went back to the Fair Green, after an enforced exit due to a knackered back last week.( note to self, avoid bath plugs). I had been to Lidl and purchased the "running socks"...imagine...socks that would help you run ! They had gorgeous little pink padded bits all over them which would sooth my pressure points, ti