My other half, George's eye was caught by an ad for a fun run at the end of June and he thought about entering. It is 10km round the city on the 28th June, 12 weeks away.
Things have snowballed as they do and now he seems committed to do it. He and his brother have a bet, $50 to a charity of choice if he can do it in 50 minutes. I'm told this is nearly Olympic time.
My boot camp woman came over last night and wrote out a program of alternating power walking and jogging for 15 min for the first week, gradually working up to more running and less walking. George is not one to follow instructions but I think he got the message about not going all out. She was muttering dire warnings about nasty and painful injuries.
Last night he said he was going to get up at six and do his first run. When six o'clock came and went I didn't say anything(don't want be his mother on this one). You could have knocked me over with a feather when he did get up at seven and headed out.
Then he went off to work on his bike!
And now he's gone for a haircut!