marathonmummy

For those of you who might have wondered, the photo in the previous post is Z, Dad and myself. We don’t live in a 1970s timewarp in the countryside.

Alright, maybe just a little. Must go to bed now, have to be up at disgusting o’clock to run.

I’m home alone until tomorrow night, so unless I run with all four children accompanying me (and let’s face it, they’d be in front, because they are a lot faster than I’ll ever be) there’s no chance of getting out.

However, the good news is that lovely Rachel, fundraising team leader of Heart Research UK (hello Rachel!) has sent out our fundraising packs today, so you can all start avoiding me and Z soon and muttering about economic downturns. Am pleased to announce that even my oldest is doing her bit, having told a friend’s son today that he could only play with her if he paid her. I’m thinking of making her head of fundraising.

Mmm, 1970s.

I just ran 6 minutes and 30 seconds without stopping! Superme! I got up this morning, having last run on Saturday when I had a complete disaster (got up, went my alternative route which doesn’t seem to work for me, ran for about 30 seconds, thought ‘my legs hurt too much, this isn’t right’ and went home to bed) and planned another walk two, run one extravaganza. I walked down the road out of the village for 5 minutes to warm up – which didn’t really work, because it was blooming freezing outside this morning at 5am. Then I ran a minute, walked two, and set off to run another minute and just thought I’d keep going for a bit longer. When I looked at the stopwatch and it said 6.15 I nearly fell over with excitement! So I walked another 2 mins, then ran a minute again which was far harder having stopped, which is just what I’d been told. One more walk and a final minute and I was nearly home.

I’m so excited! It wasn’t difficult! My legs are still attached! Yippee!

Other observations: much less out of breath, to the extent that it’s general worn-out-ness that makes me stop, not being too puffed to speak. And aching legs don’t ache any more or less when running than when walking. And finally, look, it’s only 6.20am and I’m ecstatic – what a lovely start to the day.

I got an email this afternoon…Zoë and I have been offered Golden Bond places to run the 2010 London Marathon for Heart Research UK. They don’t usually give out these places till October! We’re so excited, and now the countdown begins. We’ve got to work out our training schedule, which is at present just scribbled on a piece of paper somewhere, and we have to work out how to raise at least £3000 between us, but I’m not worried about that.

Falkirk FC in the Scottish Cup Final this weekend, and two daughters running a marathon in his name. I reckon he’d be chuffed to the nuts, to use a good Dad-ism.

I got up at half past five this morning. I went a different route today – only saw two cars, which is a plus when you’re heffalumping along.

Too tired to write anything profound. Legs were a bit achey but nothing unmanageable, back seems fine.

Did 1m run, 1m walk, 1m run, 1m walk, 30sec (helpmeI’mdying) run, 2 m walk, 30 sec run, 2 min walk, then just over 1m run. Plus fast walking to warm up and cool down. Four minutes actual running sounds a bit feeble, but I guess I have a year to learn to run 26.2 loonnnnng miles. Off to have a little rest on the couch now.