I used to run in my teens and my twenties, and was regarded as nutter at school because I used to like cross country. I was mad on athletics as a kid too and could do a reasonable 400m. Fast Forward some years I'm over wieght unfit 46 year old, with a crumbling marriage, a smoker and fond of a drink.
So I bought a treadmill, a right old lump of a thing for less than 300ukp delivered. It sat in a fucking huge cardboard box in the hall for a week. I assembled it and ran slowly for 10 minutes one thursday night. It took me two hours for my body to get back to temperature. So thereafter I spent a little time pretty much every day running on the treadmill, and I mean almost every day. After 4 months or so I could run for 45 mins although it was starting to get fearsomely dull and thought about hiting the streets
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