Run, Always Run

Life after a marathon is a weird one. My alarm doesn’t drag me out of bed at 6am every weekday. Saturday afternoon is no longer spent exhausted on the sofa after a gargantuan long run. Given the London Marathon was my life for six months, adjusting is a bit strange.
To be honest, I spent the past couple of weeks doing feck all apart from a little bit of yoga every now and again. But now my calf feels better and I’m getting antsy. It’s been lovely just to enjoy running again without the pressure of getting huge miles in.Tonight I had the choice of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo on Sky+ or a late night run.

While it was tempting to watch Honeys’ antics on Gogo Juice, I was reminded of Ben Davies of the Do Life Movement. His mantra is Run, Always Run. It’s been said that the hardest part of your run is getting out the door and I can certainly attest to that. I can honestly say that once I’m out, I’ve never regretted a run. So tonight I took myself out for four balmy miles along the Thames. Absolutely beautiful.
People have asked what I’m going to do with this blog now the marathon is over. If it’s agreeable with y’all (my God, I just wrote y’all!) I’ll share my Ramblings every now and again. I’ve lined up the York 10k in August and Run To The Beat – a half marathon in September. Should be good – just don’t let me turn into a Keeno


Day One Hundred and Seventy Two

This week I have mostly been experimenting with carbohydrate based snacks and boring everyone around me rigid about the London Marathon. I’ve previously written how my body has been craving really weird things over the past few months – I think I’m starting to experience what it must be like for pregnant women! Today’s experiment was oatcakes, home-made peanutbutter and oranges. Surprisingly tasty!


In a previous life, I’ve written about how important it is to have a theme tune to psych you up and give you a boost. This year, Harder Than You Think by Public Enemy has been my go to song. Over the past six months, this song has woken me up most mornings at 6am, beckoning to the park or the pool in wind, snow, hail and rain. Never, ever sun – This is England after all. I love this song. I love that it was the Ch4 theme song for the Paralympics. I love that one of the lyrics is Harder than you think is a beautiful thing. I love that it will be on my playlist on Sunday.

In other exciting news, my fundraising target has now been smashed! I tentatively thought I might be able to match last years efforts, but with four days to go, way over £2000 has been raised with the promise of much more to come. Phenomenal. If you’d like to sponsor the shuffle, click here and check out my previous post to see why this means so much to me.


Day One Hundred and Seventy and Seventy One

Yesterday I got an actual sports massage for the first time. Yes it hurt like hell, but I felt super afterwards. Here’s a picture of my now massaged right leg


As a result, on day 171 I really tried to get to grips with my foam roller. We’ve not been the bestest of buddies, but I really tried to do it properly a couple of times today. Damn, how can someone invent something that hurts so much!

I am so near my fundraising target. I got a £10 sponsorship today from my old netball teacher. I was CERTAINLY not an aspiring marathoner when she taught me. How things change… If you want to sponsor the shuffle and be the person who breaks the £2000 mark, click here


Day One Hundred and Sixty Nine

This week I will mostly be eating carbohydrate based snacks. On day 169, I tried a soft pretzel for the first time.


I did my last ‘proper’ run this morning – a nice five miles along the Thames is pretty much a perfect way to start off your day.
I bumped into a man in the bus yesterday who was obviously on his way back from the Brighton Marathon. I had a little chat with him. He said it was fun, but the last six miles were really tough. He had obvious signs of a common running injury exclusive to males – the bloody nipple



Once again, I’m running for the Alzheimer’s Society – to find out why, click here

Day One Hundred and Sixty Four

In my quest for material to psych me up for the big day on the 21st, I started this new book. I also paid my last visit to Eirian, my Welsh Rugby playing Built Like A Tank Physio who caused my the most pain he ever has done, all in the name of ‘loosening up my legs’ Whatever – I just think he likes making girls cry! Despite hurting me A LOT, he said that the flexibility and strength in my legs have improved hugely from when I started out which is good to hear. It’s getting so close now – I couldn’t be more excited if I tried!


Day One Hundred and Sixty One

On day 161 we said goodbye to Oxford. A great weekend was had by all with many memories to share – but what happened in Oxford, stays in Oxford. Put it like this, I’ll never be able to look at a cucumber in the same way again…..
I experienced the Oxford Tube for the first time (a little different to the London tube) as I made my way back to the Big Smoke. I then set off for a pretty slow and slightly hungover 12 miles. Now the taper really kicks in – bring it!


Day One Hundred and Sixty

I am enjoying a lovely girlie weekend in Oxford. Today has been a perfect example of what not the do/eat two weeks before your first marathon. We started off with brunch – blueberries are fruit, right??

I’ve been to Oxford a few times before, but this time a couple of the party were alumni of the university, so we were able to get behind the scenes. Oh my word – how pretty! I should have worked harder at school…

The afternoon was rounded off at G&Ds trying a Creme egg ice cream on ginger, raisin and oatmeal cookies for the first time. Erm, carbo-loading ….


Now to hit the town!