Bellies and bambi

Let's talk about sport.

One of my rash, regrettable New Year's resolutions (aren't they all) was to run the Lausanne 20km in April. That's right: t-t-t-t-t-wenty k-k-k-k-k-ilometres. My reasoning was thus: I've done the 10km twice now (yes I am showing off) and it's good to aim high.

Things have got off to a good start. Early on Saturday mornings I go running in a lovely bit of forest just north of the city. Huge, cool pine trees, mossy banks, tiny, trickling streams, it is totally deserted apart from the occasional deer peeking out between the branches. And being Switzerland, it is replete with well-signposted, immaculately-maintained running track. Just an hour in this glorious wilderness cheers me up no end and I look forward to my date with Bambi all week.

There is one problem. One run a week of 7.5km (it takes me a laughable 51 minutes) will not make me fit enough for the twenty. Not to mention the toneless tummy that wobbles and bounces and frankly ruins my aerodynamics. Time to crank up the training.

My other New Year's Resolution was to get rid of the Easyjet orange template. One out of three...