Requiring Inspiration

Thoughts on the treadmill;

How did I get to be this BIG?

I have a thyroid problem. I should be bigger than I am. Hell, if they han't found it I'd be dead, or at the very least I'd have learning difficulties so I should be grateful that the worst that happened was that I balooned at some point in my teens.

I know roughly when it happened. 1994/5. The first year of big school. Every night I came home and watched TV. I didn't do sports. I didn't do P.E. Any excuse I could get I would use. "What's that, Miss? You want me to miss PE to help you out in the library? OK" And why did I hate PE. Because I was SHIT at it and the hard kids who were all the same height as me and therefore got grouped with me for rugby, took the almighty piss!

And then, after rugby we had Wednesday afternoon PE and I went to the Doncaster Dome and played squash with the girls. What a waste of time.

And boy, do I regret it! I'll say I do. Most of the people I socialise with now were incredibly sporty at school and now, when they chose to run the odd 10K race its no trouble. A bit of working out, a few training sessions and its there. For me it's the biggest struggle of my life.

I'm not moaning. If that's my biggest struggle then I'm doing ok really aren't I? But it could've been easier if I'd have had more sense. Yet again, my Dad was right.

Look at my arms. They're like big flabby joints of meat.

And my shins hurt.

And yet I won't stop. Keep going, Mould! KEEP GOING!