My only thought was whether I’d keep all that coffee down

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Talking about sport, I decided last week that it was probably time I started training properly for the Great South Run.

No matter that my hay fever was so bad I couldn’t breathe – or that I was attempting to exercise on a chicken salad and about three gallons of coffee.

On a whim I took myself back to my lovely running club for a shocking reintroduction to it all.

After running, jumping, hopping, lunging and squatting up flights and flights of stone steps, the only thought going through my mind was whether or not I’d actually be able to keep all that coffee down.

As I type I can feel the strain of multiple monkey bars and the dull ache of over-used legs.