Gotta get through this… Gotta get through this

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Ahhh I have Daniel Bedingfield on a loop inside my head! The same three lines repeating every time I think of the 17 miles. Not sure which is worse, the lyrics or the vivid flashback to ankle pain and a concrete road stretching out as far as you can see. The biting wind made my hands swell like the Michelin man (remind me to google why?)… Oh wait l’m being a tad dramatic. 

Although I think Dan would agree it was quite brutal. Personally I was very complacent, 15 miles was great, how bad could an extra 2 miles be? Well to start with, it was a Monday night, after hen do 2. In hindsight, we didn’t carb load and we didn’t hydrate (not enough to recover from a night of cocktails anyhow). The beginning was fun, ticking off the landmarks through the city following the river to Vauxhall, Wandsworth, Clapham and then suddenly it felt like we hit a desolate wasteland.

 The scenery didn’t change for miles and the temperature dipped to sub zero. I’ve not felt ankle pain like it, and I could hear Dan’s knees creaking. We looked like a pair of frail elderly runners on the last couple of miles (Anyone read ‘the 100 year old man who climbed out the window and disappeared’? If not, do, it’s great!)

But I am reminded this week that this is all for a wonderful charity, St Joseph’s Hospice, and for dear friends and dear family that rely on the support of us all! 

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The past week has been a big hitter!!

To start with, oh ‘you-know’ a normal Thursday evening, Dan and I ran our furthest ever. 15 miles. Slightly nervous we set off from the V&G headquarters. With the help of google maps shouting directions in our ears and despite a mile or so running by moonlight on a ropey footpath, we made it back to the ‘burbs’ in a pretty respectful 2 1/2 hours! Runners high (cue happy dance)!!! Shame we had to stop in via Sainsbury to get dinner, funny looks and wide berths doesn’t cover it – bright red and still out of breath, arms laden with peppers, chicken and milk this could have been a great photo op! Or not….

No aches or pains, just a sleepless night… The real challenge, how to survive my hen?  Without giving too much away, it was 3 days surrounded by best friends in a wonderful house with a heated pool, games a plenty and not a trainer insight! You will be pleased to learn that proper decorum was kept at all times, ah hem, and cross training was kept up with the help of inebriated swimming and Malteazer bobbing! It was the best ever and I’m feeling incredibly lucky to have such amazing friends! 

Until I had to run midweek… It was the worst run of my life and I blamed each and everyone of my girlfriends for every shot! My legs felt like lead, my time was beyond slow, I even think I may have been going backwards. I’m sure alcohol was still flooding my system, uuurgh. But I didn’t bail (I did complain the entire way, sorry Dan). And so to this weekend, when hen do round 2 commenced, another cocktail affair and another crown to wear.. so much fun. 

Literally milestones have been nailed – we crossed the half marathon barrier and I survived my hen dos! Just gotta get through 17 miles on a Monday night….please help us along the way..

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