Stick it!

I managed to drag myself out of bed at 5am this morning off to do my 2nd run in my training program. It felt better than the first but I have a long way to go before I get to a fitness level worth talking about. I have a few aches and strains but nothing major. It is still worrying though, seeing as I've only covered about 14ks in 4 days and I need to be able to cover 40k's in a few hours. That is still a long way off, I have a hell of a lot of K's to cover before I'm ready for an actual race.
I'm feeling good at this point and I'm excited about going on my next run, bringing my heart rate down, and working towards that first 26 k test. It's handy having a Crazy ass sister who will not only go anywhere to try a new half, but also happens to know the ins and outs of training. Good advice is only a phone call away, and she's always keen to share her knowledge on anything fitness related.

       I come from a family of fanatics who have always enjoyed all forms of fitness, I myself was always more of a 'dragged into it' fitness guy. I was involved in team sports as a kid but never liked to train never had any real drive, my sisters however have been involved in running, netball, swimming, cycling, hiking, soccer, hockey, indoor netball, triathlons, climbing, squash, all sorts of sports and activities. They are still active to this day in different sports and activities. Even my beautiful wife is somewhat of a fanatic, hopping out of bed and going for a run, before getting ready for work, or gym gym classes in the afternoons, and of course you can't start your weekend with either a heart pounding pavement bash or sweating it out in a crowded gym classroom.
    My drive towards fitness training only really kicked in about 12-18 months ago, when my brother in law decided he needed to lose weight, and pointed out I go probably stand to gain a few kilo's.
So Taking me under his wing we began training 6 days a week weights, intervals and diet plans. I gained 8 kg in 3 months, ever since then I have trained on and off, climbing when I can, running occasionally and going to the gym (though not frequent enough).
Now I'm feeling more motivated then anytime I can remember, I'm anxiously waiting to go for another run, waiting until I can push myself to go as far I can, not giving in, not excepting failure.

      Maybe this time I'll stick to it, this time I'll go the whole way.