Merry Christmas all!
It has been a while... I have been running since my last post but certainly not enough. Christmas and parties etc got in the way and I have been a bad. I can practically feel the turkey and bread sauce and mince pies and port seeping into my blood stream.
My Christmas present to me, from me was some new running gear - some underarmour, a lightweight running jacket and an armband for my ipod - and it certainly makes a difference. 8.8km today in the bitterly cold Glasgow winter and I felt positively warm. However, underfoot conditions were far from ideal, and there were points when I really felt like I was putting my life on the line as it was BLOODY ICY. Suboptimal for general self-preservation. Also - I really miss the lovely flat runs along the Thames and generally about London. The west of Scotland is seriously not flat. Very hilly. Up and down and up and down. Feel the burn.
When I was running today, it really hit home what I had signed up for, and I got more than a little terrified. I really am giving up the next 16/17 weeks of my life (well, the parts of my life that the tower of power doesn't already own) to run 26.2 miles around London.... But I am doing it for an excellent cause, and for all the right reasons. 5 hours of pain on the day (I'm being realistic...) and 16 weeks of misery are not a big price to pay to help the PPWH who help the daily/hourly/minute-by-minute pain of scores of people across the West of Scotland.
Lessons learned today:
1. Improve playlists
2. Sing along - it helps cheer you up
3. Stretch properly - it helps generally
4. I need new running shoes - mine "have done too many miles".
Tracking the progress of my attempt to conquer the London Marathon 2011
I am running the London Marathon 2011 in aid of The Prince & Princess of Wales Hospice, a Glasgow-based charity providing specialist palliative care for people with terminal illnesses.
On Christmas Eve 1997, my dad, Stephen Edgar (nicknamed Schnoz because of his big nose) went into the Hospice at the end of his battle with cancer. He died on 25 January 1998.
The staff at the Hospice perform daily miracles to support patients and families across Glasgow and the west of Scotland. They have an almost impossible job in supporting people at what are the most difficult and distressing times of their lives. Although I was only 11, I will always vividly remember the calming, soothing care they gave me, my Mum and my brother. Running 26.2 miles is my way of saying thank you on behalf of all the families like mine that they have helped so far and to enable them to continue to do so.