Well, it’s been a long road since I raced the dinosaurs at a New Year’s Day parkrun. I’ve managed various niggles (knee, glute, achilles… yawn). I’ve run around the amazing Ladybower Reservoir, across St Mark’s Square, even chased Alistair Brownlee down Regent’s Park Canal. (He is faster than the dinosaurs.)
And tomorrow: it’s my first marathon. Quite possibly my only marathon. I’ve done the training, watched the videos, eaten the pasta, digested the data. I’m fairly terrified but I know it’s a privilege to be able to run in this event – for everyone who gets to run, about 20 people don’t get their chance. So I’m going to enjoy it. Or at least, try to appreciate it.
I feel lucky to have the opportunity to run in memory of those who do not. In particular I’m thinking of my cousin Winnie, who died last April at the age of 20.
Winnie was always positive and upbeat despite enduring enormous suffering with little hope of a happy ending, so I think I should be able to cope with a few hours of sore legs. People have been so, so generous – but if you feel inclined to support the Teenage Cancer Trust, please do. The TCT was a huge support to Winnie and her family and your donations will help them support other families facing a very difficult, lonely road. Thank you.
As for me, the road tomorrow will no doubt pose a few challenges but it certainly won’t be lonely. And since I’m now up to £650 per mile run I have plenty of incentive to keep going.
