So yeah, at Christmas, amongst all the eating and presents and stuff, my brother said I was looking a bit jowly, and to be honest I had been getting concerned about my figure.
Some time in the mid-nineties I sold my soul to the devil in return for eternal youth, and whilst I kept my boyish good looks for the past twenty years, my teenage figure is getting a bit flabby. In fact some time between Christmas and New Year my alluring but unidentifyable ladyfriend called me a 'potbellied pig' and 'fatty fat fat'. So, I was going to have to get back in the tracksuit.
For the past thirty days, almost every night I've been on the crosstrainer, pumping away.
That Eddie Izzard chap did some thing for Sports Relief where he ran a marathon every day for the best part of two months. I reckon I can do that.
Its a bit nippy for running outside at the moment, so I'm building up my stamina on the cross trainer. In case you're wondering, its a Confidence USA ellipictical crosstrainer from Amazon here a bit of a bargain at £79.99. As you can see from the graph, my best distance so far is 19.5km, almost half a marathon in one session.
We can also see some other neat trends on the graph, whilst not exactly running every day, I run more often than not. I have two modes bog standard daily distance, which was like 8.4km for the first few weeks, then 10.5km, and now 12.6km I reckon, then there's my trying really hard distance which is also increasing.
The main problems I have at the moment is that the crosstrainer is wearing. It squeaks like a bugger after the first 10km unless you pull the hand handles inwards when running. And there's the tension belt thing that it uses to control the resistance, its wearing through, has snapped twice, been mended using an old guitar strap, which has worn through too.
Anyhoo, I'm back in the tracksuit, I'm buff, toned, and a mean machine.