I decided to go for a little run……..

I decided to go for a little run……..

I’m certain that anyone who is, or indeed has, trained for a marathon has thought about Forrest Gump on more than one occasion.

I think I’ve mentioned before that running a Marathon, and specifically London, has been on my ‘To do’ list for a very long time. I ended up being very close a few years ago but then, managed to injure myself early on and then be pregnant. This time, I’m definitely not pregnant and I am not even allowing myself to think about the ‘i’ word.

Marathon training is hard work. Really hard work. I currently train five days a week in between being a Mama, doing my job and all the other things that are on my ‘to do’ list. I clock up around 40 miles a week at the moment, interspersed with time trials, speed work and British military fitness.

I find myself currently in the most surreal of places. It’s thirteen days to the London Marathon and if I ask myself seriously, I have done enough work. BUT there is a strange little voice in my head that keeps throwing things at me.

Have I really covered enough miles? In my training, I’ve run up to 21 miles in one go, how is 22 going to feel? And 23? And 24 and on and on.

What if I forget my sports bra? Which, I have done before, prior to the Great North Run and already experienced that panic. Fortunately, the world was saved by Shock Absorber that day. No, He who shall not be named, I cannot run a half marathon in ‘normal’ Bravissimo bra. For the sake of humankind, I need to be gaffer taped in.

What if I vomit? Or need a wee? Or worse still (you know what I’m thinking?)

What if I can’t stop crying on the day? What will happen when I see The Cyborg and realise that the reason I am doing this is because I’m utterly inspired by him?

Forrest Gump decided to go for a little run. And on April 13th, I’m going to go and have a look around London whilst having a little run. I don’t know how it’s going to feel and I don’t know what’s going to happen. I have been challenged to take a selfie at every mile with preferably a handsome man in the background. Not sure how that’s going to go – we’ll see. I know that immediately after I’ve finished I will swear never to run again. And I also know that half an hour later, I’ll be hunting out my next challenge. Maybe it’s time to take up something sitting down?