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a milestone

Monday I reached a huge milestone, i've been trying and failing to do couch to 5k, mainly due to getting cramp in my calves.

so last Monday I went to the gym, it's still funny when I say that, did my warm up on the treadmill but did it on max gradient walking foe five mins, went off and did some machines and some boxing work on the bag and kept looking at the treadmills, had the program on my phone and thought "lets give this another go" well I smashed it, did all eight 60sec runs. to some this might not sound much but I have never ran really and at Christmas I was one pack of crisps from 15st, today I am 13st 4lbs, in the last three months I have quit smoking, eat mainly plant based diet and started running

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Mo Farah does not have to worry just yet

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Park run

Did my first ever 5k park run this morning, god dam that was hard, made it harder than it really needed to be by making myself really nervous before the start. In fact I was terrified and managed to get cramp in my lower leg. The old me would of just quit, but he is gaffa taped up in the corner of my mind. So I ran as much as I could and walked the rest, doing the run them walk then run again type thing. Mo Farah can sleep safe. But now I've set a time for me to keep trying to better, I needed to do this as I have a racers brain, I've always raced something. Stay tuned for the next thrilling installment in this cure of insomnia

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fat boys journey

Just a short blog, barely have enough time for a dump

Boxercise, I am currently sat at home sweating from places I didn’t know could sweat with my body in complete WTF are you doing to me mode, where did cake and coffee go? What’s with this exercise bullshit?

Shut up body, lazy days are over, so this was my 2nd class, pretty sure I would feel less aches if I threw myself down a few flights of stairs.

This week I got teamed up with an ex army PT instructor , at the half way point I would rather he pushed me in front of a fast moving chevy than push me to work harder, but  push me he did  and I did it.

But dam its hard, but this is my journey to getting fitter and healthier and its gonna be painful undoing 30+ years of neglect.

I did join a gym this week but wasn’t impressed, far too many people I actively go out of my way to avoid, you know the type, need a pry bar in order to get them past a mirror, so I guess I will have to look around some more.

Might do some swimming at some point but would like to lose some more weight first, I hate getting harpooned, really does mess up a day, last time I went swimming it was in the sea and the bastards kept trying to roll me back in the water.

Next instalment in a cure for insomnia will be along when I can be arsed

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fat boys journey

Well, this is my story so far, but first I have to thank the people that have helped, encouraged, supporting and inspired me to do this, so thanks to Ian Knight, Colin Kirkham Marc Jacka and my wife.

 I had let myself get into such a state of unhealthy lifestyle and being unfit over the years, so much so, I could of put on an orange tracksuit and some horns and I could be that space hopper at a fancy dress party, for this story to really begin we have to go back (cue wavy lines) way back.

About 30yrs ago I had a serious bike accident at over 100mph and left me with a leg broken in lots of places (won’t go there again) and the very real prospect of having below knee amputation, side note, it’s how I got my stumpy nickname, also being 5’ and a fag paper doesn’t help, anyway, I digress, so after six operations including plates and bone graft I kept my leg, but that took 18m, so I got fat and lazy fast forward>>>>>>to this year,

Started out about as shit as things can get, my dad was seriously ill in hospital and unfortunately I lost him to cancer in Feb, then in march I was taken into hospital, while sat there feeling sorry for myself and my mind going to some very dark “what if this is the end” places, any way after scans and a colonoscopy (here lies my dignity) two infections it turns out I have  diverticulitis disease, yeah, I had never heard of it either but the bastard made dam sure I had heard of it now.

So, I now had a choice a fork in the road of life if you will, one was easy but there would be pain and eventually mean me having my large intestine removed and replaced with a bag, the other was a much harder path,

I have chosen, so far I have quit smoking, changed my diet that it’s border line vegetarian and started, brace yourself………………braced? Good, running, well I say running, I currently run as far as I can then walk til I stop sounding like an asthmatic pit pony then run again, I was doing the couch to 5k challenge but found myself struggling with the program, there was a few reasons for this I think but the main one was being over self conscious, so a change of plan was called for, run when no one was around and run and push myself but at the same time listen to what my body tells me.

Last Tuesday I went to my first boxercise class, yeah, that was an experience, about half way through if someone offered to shoot me I would of said “yes please” but I did it, well , most of it, had to stop a couple of times and there was nothing in the tank at the end, but I will be back for the next one in two weeks.

I will be updating this blog as I travel down this road, but take this if you will “it’s never to late to try” and “if I can do it, anyone can.