My Grandad was a runner, sadly he died before I decided to take up running, so we never had a conversation about it. I never got to hear his words of wisdom, of which I am sure there would have been many. I like to think he is watching my exploits and no doubt shaking his head over the new fangled ideas, flash trainers and odd running kit. Back in 1949 he wrote this in my mum’s autograph book.
I love this. I love that he knew this 65 years ago, I thought this was a modern realisation! Despite a heart attack at a young age, a triple by-pass operation late in life, he was active and healthy until he died at almost 83, so he was proof indeed that exercise is the way to a healthy life.
I continue climbing the ladder to get on the wagon, Wednesday I went to running club, but chickened out on the training session when they mentioned sprints, opting for the softer option of a 5 mile run round town. However this morning I did intervals at 7 am to make up for my cowardice and laziness. I am trying Grandad, I’m trying!