I had one of those recently. It was when I decided I needed a new challenge; something to work towards. Something I could complete, and be proud of myself for what I had achieved.
I decided to apply to run the 2012 London Marathon.
Erm... what exactly possessed me to do this??? When I asked my sister to run it as well, she replied, 'I couldn't run 2 miles, let alone 26.' My sentiments exactly.
I blame my cousin. It's her fault. She gave me this idea to run it with her, and she is asthmatic and diabetic, so if she can do it, then it would be utterly shameful for me to collapse after ten minutes.
So, the next step is a training schedule. I wouldn't say I was particularly unfit, and I'm not lazy, but the idea of putting aside a few hours a day to jog in the wind and rain does not appeal to me at all. I could be doing many other more enjoyable pursuits, such as eating, or catching up with friends, or... well, exercising. Hmm.
To be honest, I am actually looking forward to this. Hopefully I'll be nice and fit for the summer, and exercise does make me feel healthy and happy. The main issue is that in October I will find out if I've succeeded getting through the ballot, and I will be almightily peeved if I've spent four months training for no reason.
My uncle used to run the London Marathon every year, and his best time was 3 hours 30 minutes. My dad ran a half marathon at the age of 61 in two hours. With these accomplishments in mind, my cousin and I are going for a finishing time of 4 hours and 30 minutes. Doable? I think so. With the right mindset, that is.
“If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail.”
Well. Better get training then.
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