So I've been accepted in to the London Marathon ballot.

I've done a very silly thing. I went out one night in May and ended up consuming my body weight in Shiraz. This night also happened the last night that you could enter your name in to the London Marathon 2016 ballot. I think you can tell what's coming next. 

After the last dregs of the second bottle of Shiraz had gone, I was overcome with optimism that I could suddenly do the impossible and force my body to do physical activity. Then I went home, thinking nothing more of it. 

Fast forward to October, I receive a package in the post. CONGRATULATIONS, YOUR ENTRY FOR THE VIRGIN MONEY LONDON MARATHON HAS BEEN ACCEPTED. Bollocks. I can't do this. I can't run for a bus. Panic sets in. The colour drains from my face, my hands get all clammy. What am I going to do?  

Well for the first few days I did nothing but receive abuse from my friends. A few days in to my grief, I took action. I downloaded Endomondo. 

                           

As you can see, I've taken a big step toward improving my fitness. I intended to go for a run as well, but then I had a nap (#everydayisrestday). 

Then yesterday I woke up and realised I had to act. The last time I did an exercise, my body went in to shock and triggered a period. The cherry on top? I threw up an avocado. Desperate not to repeat this traumatic incident on Marathon day, I decided to run to Gannon's house to go get some chicken. Off in to the afternoon I went, dressed in ill fitting tracksuit bottoms, weaving (and weezing) in and out of the Arsenal fans on Blackstock Road. Google managed to choose the hilliest route, but I persevered and made it to the chicken and the pinot. So the moral of this story is I DID A SILLY THING AND NOW I'M ATTEMPTING FITNESS. Life.