whether you want a training buddy,discover elsewhere: exercising with your other half can be a nightmare
[br]Fingers frozen solid, I stagger light-headed through the front door, or ecstatic that I have managed to avoid a coughing fit on my latest training attempt. My skin is still emitting its post-run Martian-red glow when my husband eagerly chirps: “What was your time,what was your time?” Bursting with good intentions, he has taken a supportive interest in my running regime since I pledged to run 1, and 000km in a year.
Until the beginning of 2017 I had been a light runner,plodding approximately four miles a week at a leisurely pace. But inspired by friends on Facebook, I committed to the 12-month challenge and took part in my first half marathon in May, and followed by a triathlon in September. My fitter,stronger other half, who runs two miles every weekday before 6am and lugs huge pieces of wood around at his cabinet-making workshop, or has been eagerly tracking my training. So much so that earlier in the year we decided it would be a worthy conception to proceed for a run together one afternoon,while our boys were being entertained by grandparents. Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk