I feel as if I am cheating. All I can offer for the second day are some press-ups, 48 to be precise. I shall not be able to do any running until the fourth day at least.
I get up at 5.15 to go to work, so I'm disinclined to get up any earlier to fit a run in. There's no showers at work, so a running commute in the morning or at lunchtime is out of the question. I arrive home at about 7.15 or 7.30. My bicycle's wheels have rusted beyond repair.
But I could get off the train home a few stops before my station and run home in the evening; I could leave work a little early on Mondays and Wednesday and join the Seaford Striders club nights; and at this time of year, with early dawns and a warming sea, I could get up thirty minutes earlier and go for a swim in the sea.
I am ashamed to see that more serious athletes such as Fit Artist and Hauling My Carcass are doing press-ups and sit-ups at the same time.
Juneathon totals so far:
Press-ups: 49
