I couldn't run for a bus.
Then I met Paula.
She runs. I don't.
So, naturally, I gave her the brilliant idea of training me.
A 10K in three months.
A half marathon in six.
A marathon in twelve.
What could possibly go wrong?
Turns out... quite a lot.
Blisters. Bad decisions. Questionable life choices. And an alarming amount of time wondering why I ever opened my mouth in the first place.
But somewhere between the wheezing, the hills, and the constant threat of death... something changed.
Ten months later, I crossed a marathon finish line.
Fat Man Runneth is the true story of going from couch to marathon-powered mostly by stubbornness, sarcasm, and one voice ahead saying, "just one more hill."
This is not a story about elite athletes or perfect training plans.
It's about an ordinary bloke who said yes to something ridiculous... and refused to quit.
If you've ever thought, "I could never do that"...
You're probably right.
But then again-so did I.
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