Training for a Marathon

James and I set off on our journey with smiling faces. James rode the racer and I took charge of the road bike. We laughed and joked riding through Endcliff Park. We knew the laughs would soon be over as we hit the hills.

My legs burned and the small of my back ached as we trudged upwards towards the peak of the hill. I didn't know how long the hill was so when James arrived at the top I gleefully shouted
'I'm so relieved, that could have been a mountain for all I knew.'

It was a steady climb into Derbyshire and my whole body felt like it'd been cooked in an oven. We arrived at Higgar Tor and took a photo. Now the fun part was really starting. The ride back was a swift ten minute downhill race. We screamed and shouted all the way down.

Next Sunday we will make it to The Ladybower Damn. It's all great training for the marathon we will run next year.

I'm Ripped

I'm swiftly approaching the best shape I've been in and it's all thanks to mother nature. I've been increasing my muscle mass while at the same time improving my reach and flexibility by climbing trees.

On Mondays I head down to a church in the city center. I start near the climbing wall. There are twenty five large trees. One by one I climb these trees. It feels great to climb and feel free in the treetops.

I stretch and I drink water. I eat fruit and relax. I climb twenty five trees. After I finish I work on the boulder, climbing it on all four sides. I head to other parks and hot spots where I know there will be lots of good trees.

My possibilities are endless as is my enthusiasm for this newly found pleasure. It's fun and it's free. It's climbing trees.