When News reporter Emma Judd signed up for this year’s Great South Run, she knew she’d need some help. As personal trainers Dawn Grant and Max Eacott, from Portsmouth-based 24/7 Fitness, put her through her paces, she’ll be writing about her progress each week.
It must be nice to be able to sit outside Cafe Rouge in Gunwharf Quays, enjoying a Saturday brunch in the sunshine.
It must be even better to have, as free entertainment, a crazy journalist bouncing up and down the promenade, right in front of the restaurant, on a space hopper.
It must also be good, in fact, to watch the aforementioned journalist try to jump up and down steps, sideways, while trying not to fall over.
For me, who is that journalist, having an audience just added to the torture.
But three days after I sprinted, jogged, sidestepped and bounced my way around Gunwharf, under the beady eye of my trainer Dawn, I went for a three-mile run with my other trainer, Max.
It’s obvious the torture is paying off. Three miles, at a pretty decent pace, up steps and down stairs, and I didn’t die.
For those who remember my first column, when I revealed I couldn’t even run a mile at any speed, it’s a fantastic achievement.
Yes, it’s only three miles and the Great South Run is 10.
But with Dawn and Max egging me on, I have a feeling it’s within my grasp.