I am one of the many people in the world who buy all the right running gear, some decent trainers, get all pumped up, take a photo and post it on Facebook and Twitter of how healthy I am, leap down the stairs, then discover someone cooking bacon. I normally end up sitting watching TV in my running gear, stuffing my face. Every single time I get changed to go for a run, food gets in my way.
I am not going to let that happen any more. I will sneak down the stair with a shield and a sword to fight off the threat of food, and run out the front door. I will sprint down the street, and impress everyone who drives past. I will be healthy, I will be fit, I will have a bikini body by the time I hit Australia!