Two years ago I ran the London Marathon. I swore I would never do another one. I lost most of my toenails, lost skin in private places and the ability to walk for about a week. In fact, two days after the race I approached Green Park tube station and realised that I was too sore to go down the stairs. So I went down backwards.
Not very London.
Yet for some reason I have signed up again. I start training next week.
On the upside, I’m the fittest I’ve ever been and I have a chance to train with the most UNBELIEVABLE group of women with my favourite charity, Can Too. On the downside, my toenails have never looked better, the scars have faded from the chafe and I never really wanted a social life anyway.
So I’ve swallowed a bit of HTFU (Google it)…
I have two goals. Actually three. OK four.
1. I want to raise as much bloody cash for cancer research as possible.
2. I want to make it to the race. Often the hardest bit is getting there injury free.
3. I want to run the whole way. In London I walked between 18 and 20 miles because enough was enough at that point. I was hurting, it was hot and I was so over it.
4. I want to run it in under five hours. My previous time was 5 hours 19 minutes.
5. I want to do a half ironman in 2014 so I figured I’d better start bloody running.
And this week I was reminded why I continue to raise money for cancer. One of my former running buddies passed away from leukaemia. She was vibrant. She was wonderful. She was so damn young. She was a mum.
I am so sad.
But, together, we can do something about it. We can fund young cancer researchers that desperately need money to keep their research alive.
So follow my marathon journey. My marathon madness. I’m going to blog about it. (And probably whinge about it, swear about it, cry about it, laugh about it.)
I hope you’ll come along for the ride.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel the urge to sponsor me!