run for the hills, the mountains and the lowlands

i never thought i’d say this but i am taking up jogging. since the first time they made us do cross county aged 8, i’ve known i am a dreadful runner, even when i was incredibly fit from 6 days a week swimming training i couldn’t run more than half a mile without coughing and spluttering for days afterwards (my theory is that my jogging style caused my lungs travelled out of phase with the rest of me.) whatever the reason, i was happy to accept it and walk or bus it everywhere

at least until today.. for the second year in a row, i’ve been challenged to do the london gorilla run. I can’t really think of any excuse this year i’ve signed up and so by end of september I have to be able to run 7k dressed in a gorilla costume..

assuming that i am not congentially incapable of running further than 800yards then this gradual program seems to be the way to go.

i’ll let you know.

and I will shortly be going around to take donations.

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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