For the 4th year running I’ve rushed home from work eager to see what the postman had delivered. Usually I’m left disappointed by the discovery of an humongous commiseration raincoat, but today I found an uplifting looking red magazine. An acceptance magazine no less. I still haven’t opened it yet but it hardly seems necessary.
There are now 6 months between me an the 2011 Virgin London Marathon. God help me.
When I crossed the finish line of the Great North run almost a fortnight ago, I swore I would not be doing a full marathon. Ever.
But that was 11 days ago and things change, pain diminishes, glory lingers.
More importantly I’ve developed a new obsession. For the past month we’ve been watching back to back episodes of The Biggest Loser. Last night we caught up with the penultimate episode of Season 8 when the four fatties left standing had to run a marathon.
These guys had been huge but were now given 60 days to train for a marathon. Admittedly they’d lost an astounding proportion of their body mass by this time but they were still big and this for the most part was a solitary marathon – four contestants – limited support – a hellish experience.
Danny and Liz (the two on the right) provided me with the biggest spur to action. They ran this together as a sign of solidarity and struggled as you’d expect they should but finished the event in under 6.5 hrs – a time I have previously considered to be vaguely unattainable.
I don’t know why I find it so galling that they were both better runners than me. No one has ever disputed that I am a poor or at least an extremely slow runner and on the weight front I am heavy enough to be an episode 1 contestant rather than a Biggest Loser finalist, but still, it feels like the Gladys episode all over again.
It just won’t do. I’m going to have to do something about it.
Here starteth my new marathon plan:
2 stone (minimum) to be lost by April
Running pace to be increased in a major way
6.5 hour marathon target to be broken
I’ll pad the details out over the next few months.