Not fit

Vaughan remind me about watching the London Marathon on Sunday. I was in the gym, on the treadmill, watching the men’s race hit the 21 mile mark. The three runners out front looked fresh, were moving freely, and were putting in low 5 minutes miles.

After 10 minutes on the treadmill I was bright red, heavy legged, sweating like the proverbial *****, and ready to collapse. A long distance runner I will never be.