It's time to turnover a new leaf.
While staring down the barrel of an empty beer bottle and shooting the breeze with my brother on my birthday weekend I made a decision. A decision that will hopefully change my life for the better.
I vowed to him and my fiancee, two people who will certainly hold me accountable, that I will enter the Hawke's Bay half-marathon in May. They were both supportive, as you would expect.
My brother, who has previously run the Auckland marathon but had lapses in his own fitness, quickly announced that he would join me.
To look at me now you would assume it was my mouth writing cheques my body couldn't possibly cash. Someone panicking after turning 30. And that observation would be correct.