CHRIS Cordner is now a mere three months from his date with jogging destiny.
His 13-mile run in September will herald the finale of six months of hard training, with a helping hand from Springs.
But today he has a confession to make. Read on.
I'D jogged, ran, sprinted and more.
For three months, I had been the epitom
e of a man in serious training.
No calorie-filled meals for me. I had rigidly remained on course for a slim, trim figure by sticking to the best diet I could.
But then disaster.
I had a week of utter menu mayhem.
It was caused by a series of personal setbacks which I won't bore you with, other than to say it was enough to tip me over the edge.
I just had to have a week where I did what I liked and not what was sensible.
I ate crisps. I had ice cream. I ordered takeaways, scoffed cakes and drank copious amounts of fizzy pop.
I did everything I am not supposed to and loved it. It was a week when bad news just kept coming my way. So I just kept on eating fatty foods at a similar rate.
Then came the pangs of guilt. After a week of over indulgence, I began to question what this must have done to my body.
Had I wasted weeks and months of hard effort?
Had all my good efforts gone up in smoke.
The conclusion I came to was this. It was a one-week blowout which had got something out of my system.
I am not advocating seven days of food overload for anyone else.
But what I am saying is, don't worry if you go off track on very rare occasions.
The main thing is to make sure you come back with a vengeance and with a new-found determination to train hard.
So it's back to the treadmill for me and those extra pounds will be falling off in no time.
