My brother David took part in a half-marathon race a few days ago, raising nearly £800. This was no mean feat for a guy who, by his own admission, was very out of shape 6 months ago. A gradual but increasing regime of distance runs leading up to the race saw him lose a lot of weight and gain a lot of muscle, before taking on this 13 mile challenge. A stomach bug the day before didn't help and he sreally truggled after 10 miles. The last few miles were increasingly vague, he recalls, and he finally came round in an ambulance, guzzling oxygen! But he made it and, having run the distance a couple of times myself in my youth, I'm mightily impressed. It's really no mean feat [as you can see on the right in the photo]. Well done mate!!
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