one day to go
Got my chip on my trainers
Got my number on my t-shirt
Got a gin and tonic.
I know it’s not exactly orthodox, but my legs are shaking so much that I need to steady my nerves. After that I’ll go back on the Lucozade Sport and the water. I promise.
Waiting in the bar of the hotel (which is even more gorgeous than the photos promised) for Zoe to arrive. This evening we’re going to eat pasta, watch television and be lazy.
I saw the BBC advert for the marathon earlier and it suddenly hit me. Tomorrow I’m fulfilling one of my ambitions and running in the London Marathon. I can’t quite believe it.
Just to remind you, you can follow our progress here:
http://apps.facebook.com/marathon-tracker/
Just put in my race number which is 40031. Run the marathon with me from the comfort of your couch.
Come to think of it, why don’t you run the marathon for me and I’ll go and sit on your couch?
thursday ramblings
I’m taking part in the Ultimate Blog Party! This is my welcome post – come in and say hello. It’ll be lovely to meet you.
As an introduction, here are some little-known facts about me:
1: As a child I lived in St Kilda in Melbourne, Australia (with Mrs Hall)*. I loved it. We went to the beach after school, we had pie for lunch, we had suntans, wore sandals and had skinned knees.
St Kilda Beach, Melbourne, Australia
2: One of my ambitions (besides running the London Marathon) is to compete in the Tevis Cup, an endurance ride which covers 100 miles across the Sierra Nevada in one day. The motto of endurance riders worldwide is To Finish is to Win. I like that.
©The New Albion Stud, CA, USA.
the long run (part 1)
Easter Sunday. You were probably eating chocolate and reading the papers, weren’t you?
I was running (and walking) 18 miles with Zoe, the final long run of our training.
The whole point of the famous long run is that it prepares you, mentally and physically, for the completely lunatic 26.2 miles of the marathon itself.
The other point of the long run is to iron out the little problems you might otherwise not discover until the day, most of which you’ll have heard about. Black toenails, bleeding feet, skin rubbed raw by seams on t-shirts, and of course hitting the wall. I’m making it sound like loads of fun, aren’t I?
