Today it was August’s memorial service, and the day I found out I have a guaranteed place with Spinal Research for the London Marathon in 2015. I have to raise at least £1800. To say I’m shitting it would be an understatement. I’m not going to pretend I’m a novice runner, I’ve done three half marathons before and have done them in respectable times. However, this doesn’t mean I enjoy them. By mile 13 I’m in pain, but worst of all I’m bored. Running by yourself for that long is boring and anyone who says otherwise is a liar. It’s good for clearing your head, but not in the seeking an inner zen and solving world poverty kind of way; in an obsessing over boys, a ‘I can’t believe she said that to me in my dream last night that f*(%*^£ b1tch’ kind of way, and more thinking about boys. Probably shouldn’t put that on the internet…. but only girls read blogs anyway right? SO moving swiftly on… I’m not a marathon runner, but a can sort of do it a bit runner. What I do have though is an excellent charity, wonderful motivation and a pair of pink Nikes.
Wish me luck,