10km is the new 2.4km

I have 6 months time to train.
I have to get my butt off the couch and start changing into my gears.
I have to start breathing and tuning into my brain that a fat bun can run.
"Eat like a pig and run like a dog", that would be my new slogan.
And, honestly, running I know can be like drugs. It can be addictive. But first- I need to get addicted to it first. For now, there's still a 50% chance I will be lying on my bed watching my cooking shows.
And no, if you think that I have lost inches off my waist - that would be too good to be true for now as after our fabulous 5.5km run that day with Gee ( that took us 55 mins - we ran from home to the dam(breakwater) over at seletar country club), we were back at base where I whipped up a nasty wicked father's day dinner that consist of pork chops, fried chicken wings, omelette and a vegetable soup. My skirt is still tight.
I mean, I'm not going to starve myself right? I need every ounce of energy to run the miles.

Let's hope the training schedule will be adhered to as we are only at week 2.

Not forgetting, Maoster also has to train for the kids dash at 750m. His father had been asking him to grow his legs for some "long legs advantage".

Wish me luck people. I need all the luck I can get plus some determination and addiction.