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The One Where the Madness Begins …

Okay, so it’s three weeks until the London Marathon and I’ve gone mad. Actually mad. For anyone who read my blog around the time of my Great North Run last year, you’ll be familiar with how my mind works and should have expected some kind of mental breakdown this close to race day. For those who haven’t read those insane blog posts, good luck, you’re entering a world of madness and meltdowns.

 

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Final details!

 Last week I had a week off running. I know all of the advice on tapering says DO NOT STOP RUNNING!! But I felt so exhausted after my last long run (15 miles) that I could barely walk to my office from the station without my legs threatening to give out.  So I stopped and had a week of stretching, foam rollering and early nights. It was amazing. However, this extra time gave my mind chance to wander around in circles and generally drive me insane. This is what I’ve been thinking about.

  1. Can I run in a pair of Spanx? This seems much easier than the core exercises I’m currently doing day and night.
  2. Is it wrong to consider my pre-race spray tan as essential as my final sports massage?
  3. Will my family make it to London okay or will they get stuck in some football-related traffic on the A1 (Dad, thanks for adding that recent worry to my list!)
  4. What if I’m the last person out there and have to move out of the way for the road cleaning team at the back? Oh God.
  5. I get my period on race day! Most period days feel like my insides are trying to eat their way out of my body whilst my mind looks on and cries to itself. How is this conducive to running 26 miles?
  6. How is my relationship going to last the next three weeks? The last few months have been bad enough – tears before and after runs, missing toe nails, unflattering injury tape all over my legs, and now three weeks of meltdowns. Good look boyf!

20 long days to go …

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The one where I go nuts with nerves …

Three weeks to go and I’m HYSTERICAL with nerves.

It all started about two weeks ago when I started having nightmares. You know the kind of thing – I miss the race, I can’t see my family, my legs give way, I’m chased by lions, just the usual last minute nerves. Instead of telling myself none of those things are going to happen, I have done the exact opposite and given into my fears and planned for all eventualities (apart from the lion thing. If that happens I’ll just run up a tree or play dead or something). So I have now planned how my family are getting to the event, how frequent the trains are, how long it will take, what travel cards we need. The list is endless. And every time I try to tell them about my plans they look at me like I’m mental, tell me I’m being hysterical before saying ‘We’ll sort it, don’t worry’. Why does that phrase make me instantly more stressed? They haven’t sorted it, by the way, and I’m about to have an actual nervous breakdown.

At this point I’m in agreement with them – I am being hysterical – but it’s hard not to. I’ve trained for a year and a half and I want everything to go right. My training is about there. I did a comfortable eight mile hill run the week before last and a ten-and-a-half mile run on Sunday. I just have a few shorter runs to go and then I’m ready for the start line. If only I could shake this feeling that the world is going to implode before my race.

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The one where I introduce you to STRC …

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Mad dogs and Secret Tuesday Running Club go out in the midday sun

Today I am going to introduce you to something so wonderful it will make your teeth hurt. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Secret Tuesday Running Club. Now, there are two things you should know about Secret Tuesday Running Club, the first being that it is in no way a secret. And the second that we don’t meet on a Tuesday. So, today being Thursday we went for a lunch time run. There are three members of STRC and as the other two, B and H, are much younger and fitter than me, I’m always the one sweating and panting at the back of the pack. Today we ran our short route, running over Vauxhall Bridge, along the Thames, back over Lambeth Bridge and back to the office.  It would have been enjoyable had it not been so bloody hot. We all came in looking like Ribena berries and I continued to sweat for … oh wait, I’m still sweating.

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The one where I am terrified of running club …

Today is Tuesday. Tuesdays terrify me. Tuesdays are RUNNING CLUB TRAINING days. To a normal runner, training is probably quite fun. To me, training is ritual humiliation. Last time I went to training I stupidly signed up for the club 5k champs. I came second to last, and I believe I may have cheated. I lost track of how many laps I’d run and ended up finishing when the embarrassment of the entire running club cheering me on (because they had all finished 10 minutes earlier) climbed to epic levels. I have not been back. Tonight is the night. Wish me luck …

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