For the last 21 years after leaving the RAF I have spent my life in hotels and airports in corporate sales.
120+ flights a year turning left as you enter the plane rather than turning right. Nice hotels with nice bars and restaurants.
All have taken their toll on the belt notches and blood pressure.
I have had 21 years of people being nice to me when they don't really care about me or how I feel. They are just being polite because they are paid to be.
I used to laugh and snort when I saw people jogging. All sweaty and puffing whilst I was sat somewhere having steak and a nice wine at lunch.
To me, a fitness room in a hotel was a well disguised place as I certainly never saw one.
I am in California on business for 19 days.
Each lunch is in a restaurant. Each evening is in a restaurant.
I had been trying to keep at 1,600 calories a day as well as my C25K the last 3 weeks. My daily walking is around 8km.
My lunch today was nearly 1,200cal!!!
I'm sat in a board room all day in a company somewhere.
Just over 3 weeks ago I made the decision to change.
Previously the most I used to run was a bath.
Now I hate the rest days.
I now find solace in a forum full of mad sweaty wobbly middle aged jofflers. Who laugh and encourage and ignore others failures and focus on their achievements.
Who pull people up rather than run over the top of them.
Who help people along rather than leave them behind.
Somewhat different to the corporate world.
We all learn something on this journey.
For me it has taught me more than just about my own limits. It has been good. Almost spiritual (if I was in any way spiritual).
Tomorrow we start at 0630 and go straight through with food brought in. Normally stodgy food that bloats you without filling you.
My alarm is set for 0440 so I can get out and do W4R3 before I lose a day of death by PowerPoint.
At the end of nearly 4 weeks when I look at how far I have come and the things I have learned, it's not just about the running.
Thank you all you bunch of sweaty jofflers.