I’m aching. A run last night was a disaster. And my legs don’t feel much more obliging today. So I am resting. I don’t want to risk damaging myself, and I guess my body is still recovering from the 18 miles on Friday. But the marathon waits for no man or woman and today I excitedly received my vest for the big day.
You know what? It is clingy. It shows all my lumps and bumps. But I do not care! I can see in these two photos the physical changes my body has made over the last couple of years. And the black dog is a strong representation of my depression over the same time. I still haven’t got a handle on it, the depression, and as a result it continues to impregnated my weight and my level of exercise. But fuck it. My body had performed a bloody miracle during my marathon training and the journey isn’t over yet. I may be lardy. I may have more fat than Steve Miller deems acceptable. But my body keeps on supporting me and helping me achieve things I could only dream of a few years ago.
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