Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Doctor, doctor, I may have gone mad

Week Two - 23rd October

Since I can't do any exercise until my back is healed, I decide to at least have a medical check to ensure that death is not an inevitable consequence of starting exercise after 20 years off.

The doc and I know each other well. Upon hearing that I planned to run a marathon she gave me the same quizzical look I am beginning to become used to from everyone else.

"Best have some blood tests too then" she says.

Height and weight. No shockers here - still the same height, and weight within broad limits of tolerance (over 14 stone and I would have to have re-considered kebabs as a food option)
Blood pressure - 120/80 - Woo hoo !
Cholesterol - 5.4 - Bad gymnast score, but apprently ok for cholesterol
Liver and kidney function - normal (didn't ask for a recount on that one - but seriously considering legal action against several vinyards for sub-standard products).

Having this medical re-assurance, I then go shopping. As this is a new hobby I decide to overspend on equipment I don't understand and may not need.

Sports Direct have a sale on and I am now substantially poorer but fully armed with over-priced specialist trainers, rather-too-revealing lycra and assorted flourescent clothing. I have belts to hold waterbottles and Ipods simultaneously, and a pair of fluffy Christmas ear-muffs (a late addition to the shopping pile by my youngest daughter).

The back will be fine in a couple of days, I reckon.

Gladiator.

Ready.

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