Just call me Ploddy.
I knew this was going to be really slow, but I had to get back to it and start somewhere.
It was cold, but not wet, and not particularly icy (though the puddles on the paths were all frozen). Christian dropped me down the hill, and I walked to the meeting point. On the way, I heard my name, tentatively, and turned to see Yuki from Chiltern band walking alongside me. She lives nearby, and was on her way to a zumba class at the Lido gym. It was nice to see her.
It was time to get to the start, so I joined a fairly large group, did the usual back-patting, and set off. I just plodded. We'd been directed up onto the path shortly after the start, to help save the surface of the football pitch, so we were dodging ice nearly from the beginning. I was going as fast as I dared as we headed up the long edge of the Rye. My knee gave me a couple of pangs early on, which warned me to take it easy.
I didn't struggle too much behind the weir, and by the time I came down onto the far field, my heart and lungs weren't giving me too much grief at all. I was able to keep up whatever pace I had to the end.
It wasn't a good time, but I'm glad I did it. I saw Jamie at the end (he'd passed me behind the weir), and we had a chat.
I'm determined to keep this up. I must keep moving because my weight and girth are becoming an issue.
I knew this was going to be really slow, but I had to get back to it and start somewhere.
It was cold, but not wet, and not particularly icy (though the puddles on the paths were all frozen). Christian dropped me down the hill, and I walked to the meeting point. On the way, I heard my name, tentatively, and turned to see Yuki from Chiltern band walking alongside me. She lives nearby, and was on her way to a zumba class at the Lido gym. It was nice to see her.
It was time to get to the start, so I joined a fairly large group, did the usual back-patting, and set off. I just plodded. We'd been directed up onto the path shortly after the start, to help save the surface of the football pitch, so we were dodging ice nearly from the beginning. I was going as fast as I dared as we headed up the long edge of the Rye. My knee gave me a couple of pangs early on, which warned me to take it easy.
I didn't struggle too much behind the weir, and by the time I came down onto the far field, my heart and lungs weren't giving me too much grief at all. I was able to keep up whatever pace I had to the end.
It wasn't a good time, but I'm glad I did it. I saw Jamie at the end (he'd passed me behind the weir), and we had a chat.
I'm determined to keep this up. I must keep moving because my weight and girth are becoming an issue.
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