The Marcothon - I'm out.
Running in general - I'm out.
Injured? No. Depressed? No. Some other reason to make me sound less pathetic, or weak, or a failure? No.
It would appear I am a drunk. Not without cause, though.
It all started on Day 15 - with me bailing out of the Marcothon, the result of one of the worst red wine induced hangovers I've ever had. The after effect of my work Christmas night out...well I had to do something to make a bunch of accountants' company enjoyable.
And basically my demise started there... I decided not to run the following day, or the day after that, then, when my laziness was no longer justifiable, I decided I would "take a break". A break from what? I wasn't doing anything...so who knows...
Then, on Christmas morning, my stupid boyfriend proposed to me with a bobby dazzler... once my trachea reopened after a brief emotionally-triggered asthmatic anxiety attack I, of course, said yes :-).
I have been in a Champagne Coma ever since. People have asked if I have started planning the wedding and the answer is I feel I would need to sober up before I could make any reliable decisions.
A Glee Club run on the 29th was also ditched for panto and champers on the 28th with friends. I took advantage of the impact the bubbles were having on my friends and recruited Kevin as a support runner for the WHW race.
So, to summarise my WHW training, we are now at the 30th of December and the only substantial run of the month was the WHW gangs run on 9th December.
My new years resolutions? To start running again, and plan a wedding. Simples.