My eyes crashed open this morning to the realisation that today is the start of something big: my 18-week marathon training plan. I was trembling with something that I hope was excitement. If it was delirium tremens, I’m stuffed.
But then I remembered. I admire Hal Higdon for many things, but his decision to make the first day of his marathon training schedule a rest day, must put him up there with Nelson Mandela and Mother Teresa. We salute you, Hal.
I was so keen to do something however, that I got home this evening and spent a vigorous half hour on the exercise bike. It didn’t get me very far. But it’s a start. Tomorrow morning early, I plan to get out there for an opening 3 or 4 miler. The schedule isn’t very taxing to start: 3 x 3 miles during the week, and 6 miles at the weekend. By next week I should have discarded all this Clark Kent apparel, and be well on my way to Copenhagen.
Hurrah!
