Why?
So as you know my love of food means that I have 2 options, I either become obese and ruin my life… or I can eat and exercise and lead a balanced life style. I tried option 1 and it wasn't fun, at the end of 2011 I was a whopping 18+ stones and I was majorly out of shape, so I lost some weight and went with option 2.
I have been a running since 2012 for fitness, nothing too straining I would try and run about 9 miles a week spread over 3-4 runs. By the end of 2013 I had lost my running mojo, I started picking up classes at the gym such as Tabata (google it), it was the hardest thing I have done, on my first couple of classes I went home and throw up after the class. But I really enjoyed it, this eventually led to me stop running. On the days I was not Tabatting I started doing weights with my cousin. Eventually I lost interest in Tebatha as my weight training started capturing my imagination. In the summer of 2014 I was feeling fat, I was 15 stones (some due to muscle build), my lack of cardio and my high protein diet was making me feel chunky. I also had a parachute jump booked and I needed to trim down to 14 stones. So I started running again. 
As I started running again I found it hard to stay motivated. I stopped weights to lose the weight for the jump. This started me into a downward spiral. My mate in Wolverhampton had trained a few moths earlier for the Birmingham half marathon and It got me thinking… I need a goal. At the same time my running buddy and long time friend Danny 'Pondo' Davis was also starting his running journey. He told me he had signed up to a half marathon in and was going to train from November to April for it. I thought to myself "you crazy fool" and for those who know me, I love a crazy plan. So I signed up and we started training. Prior to signing up for the half marathon the furthest I have ran was 9miles... I was inspired again.
Since signing up we have ran, up hills, down hills, in rain, sun, wind, snow and ice. we have ran on pavements, in mud, through woodlands, through estates and on holiday. I have been through hell during my journey I have lost motivation, through injury and sickness. Finally I got back on track and then my world came crashing down last month, my grandmother, the woman who was like my mother, the person I knew loved me more than anyone on the planet, died. I took it hard and it threw me sideways. It took me the best part of a month to get my focus again. So 2 weeks before the half marathon I started training again. I am happy to say Danny carried on and is flourishing. He is definitely going to smash the target we set ourselves in November of finishing in under 2hrs. For myself I know that I have trained hard enough to finish I am not worried about that, but I am a target driven individual and not finishing on my target will be a disappointment, this is why I am worried.
Tomorrow I can promise I am going to give 100% and I will not give up, I hope my best is good enough.
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