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Me and my big mouth.
In 2005, I ran what I was determined was going to be my one and only marathon, in London. Actually it was great, or at any rate, the last two miles were. Coming out onto the Embankment with everyone screaming my name (well, it was printed on my t-shirt so I suppose that gave them some clues) I felt as if I was winning it. Running past Big Ben and Buckingham Palace, totally exhausted, the atmosphere was amazing, to the point where I saw the finish line and completely lost it, burst into floods of tears, totally overcome with it all. A once in a lifetime experience, and I was determined it was going to be just that. Been there, seen it, done it, got the t-shirt - literally - and back to running being a pleasure rather than being dictated to by a training schedule pinned up in the kitchen.
Last year I went down there to support, and handing my friends jelly babies and encouragement at the 17 mile mark, all I wanted to do was hop over the railings and join them.
Anyway, to stop rambling, a last minute offer of a charity place came up a couple of days ago and.....
I'm in!
My little brain conveniently edited out the weeks and weeks of training runs freezing my bits off in the snow, but somehow this morning, with 16 miles facing me and a thermometer telling me its -2 out there reality's hitting me with a cricket bat! And there's the little matter of trying to raise £1300 for the Outward Bound trust
Wish me luck! I'm going out, I may be some time...........
In 2005, I ran what I was determined was going to be my one and only marathon, in London. Actually it was great, or at any rate, the last two miles were. Coming out onto the Embankment with everyone screaming my name (well, it was printed on my t-shirt so I suppose that gave them some clues) I felt as if I was winning it. Running past Big Ben and Buckingham Palace, totally exhausted, the atmosphere was amazing, to the point where I saw the finish line and completely lost it, burst into floods of tears, totally overcome with it all. A once in a lifetime experience, and I was determined it was going to be just that. Been there, seen it, done it, got the t-shirt - literally - and back to running being a pleasure rather than being dictated to by a training schedule pinned up in the kitchen.
Last year I went down there to support, and handing my friends jelly babies and encouragement at the 17 mile mark, all I wanted to do was hop over the railings and join them.
Anyway, to stop rambling, a last minute offer of a charity place came up a couple of days ago and.....
I'm in!
My little brain conveniently edited out the weeks and weeks of training runs freezing my bits off in the snow, but somehow this morning, with 16 miles facing me and a thermometer telling me its -2 out there reality's hitting me with a cricket bat! And there's the little matter of trying to raise £1300 for the Outward Bound trust
Wish me luck! I'm going out, I may be some time...........
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