I used to have a friend called Joan. We had been friends for nearly ten years I'd say, but I have decided that as of today, she is no longer my friend but my tormentor. The reason: she has talked me into doing a 10k Beast Race with her.
First I said no - or more precisely I said something along the lines of: "bugger off, not a chance, are you flipping mental!" (I can be a little forthright). But then I thought about it and decided it would be easier in the long run to do it with her than listening to her banging on about it. So I said yes. THEN I went on the website (see above link) and saw the obstacles. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE THINKING!!! At least I run (slowly) - she doesn't even run!!!!
So, we went for our first trot together today - in the pouring rain - using a fitness app she downloaded which is designed to get new runners going. I learned a number of things 1) I should not stay up really late blethering with my husband while necking a bottle of wine and expect to be able to run the next day without wanting to barf or die 2) Joan might not have done any running before but she walks up hill a lot faster than me and 3) we can't even stop talking when we're running.
Next week she will have to go out herself as I am away at the Mod singing with my choir. By the time I get back from a week of zero exercise and over-indulgence I expect she will be leaving me in her wake as I collapse after the first 60 seconds in a sweating, shaking heap on the sand.
Oh well - it'll be a hell of a way to cock a snoot at the fiftieth birthday I have looming towards me in 2016 and, as Joan said, our biggest obstacle will probably be laughing too much at the state we're in :)