Fat Runner: comfortable discomfort my arse | allconsuming
This week’s training was sold to us as a “surprise”. I’m not sure about you but when someone promises me a surprise I’m hoping it involves air travel, ideally a fancy hotel, jewellery and eating enough food and drinking so much champagne my head falls off. A “surprise” at 6am on Queenscliff beach was, I … Continue reading "Fat Runner: comfortable discomfort my arse"
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