shopping time
More taper madness.
It’s shopping time, and it’s my favourite kind of shopping. Online, on my couch, with a gin and tonic in my hand.
Look at this at Lift Your Sole – this is just the most gorgeous marathon jewellery.
26.2: courage to start, strength to endure, resolve to finish
I found the link to these at Tall Mom’s blog.
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.
taper time
So, it’s taper time for the next two and a half weeks.
When you’ve reached the pinnacle of marathon fitness (hahahahahahaha!) you rest your body, allowing all your bits to regenerate, Doctor Who style, and after three weeks of gentle runs (who knew I’d be calling 8 miles a gentle run?) you get to the start line full of beans and ready to go.
the long run (part 2)
The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start – John Bingham
So. A long run is a learning experience, designed to iron out problems and help to focus your mind on the big day.
Lessons from yesterday:
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?
