I was so pleased to have done Royal Parks (or fun-size Snickers as my brother called it because – wait for it – it’s a half marathon), but almost immediately started feeling slightly deflated about not having a new goal. I signed up for a couple of 10ks, and a Santa run with the friends I ran the London Zoo 10k with, but beyond that was a bit “ppffft” about the whole thing.
This is partly because, while on paper I’d had doing a half-marathon down as the be all and end all of this year’s running plans, I really wanted to do something ridiculous. Months ago I entered the London Marathon ballot, and was genuinely disappointed not to get in (if not massively surprised – my brother’s friend has been trying unsuccessfully for years).
I got a phone call from someone at Mind last night about my marathon application. And in short, yours truly is running the 2014 London Marathon! Not even joking! What the hell am I doing! I’m going to have to learn about gels!
I’m going to have to learn about gels