A few weeks ago I received a text from the lovely Debs asking whether I could persuade Katrina to run the Loch Ness Marathon. It seems her employers, the Scottish Daily Mail, are the media sponsor of the event and Debs had the idea of following a marathon virgin as they prepare for and run the event.
I can’ believe I’ve actually accepted a place to run the Loch Ness Marathon in just under three months. I’ve sweaty palms and feel sick in the pit of my stomach each time I think about it. So why, at 51 years of age, with four adult children have I put myself in this position?
As a child I was knock-kneed and clumsy and sent to ballet lessons to try to ‘sort me out.’ As a teenager I was awkward and self conscious and would die rather than run. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I enjoyed the satisfaction of activity and exercise. In an attempt to de-stress I joined a gym and my enjoyment of cardio workouts blossomed. I bought colour coordinated kit, decent trainers and got fitted for a sports bra which revolutionised my life!
I am married to a runner, our friends are runners and conversation is dominated by running. So, in an attempt to join in I began to dabble in a bit of social running which went beyond the treadmill. I went through the usual trials of feeling sick, needing to stop for the loo and suffered general aches and pains from head to toe.
Fairly soon I completed my first 10k in 61minutes and within three years broke 50mins. Basking in the glory of this I moved up a notch to a half marathon which I fretted and worried about. On a snowy blizzard of a day I completed the Inverness Half Marathon in 2hrs 00mins 38secs. For me, a fantastic time but of course I needed to do another to break the two hour barrier. This I plan to do on Sunday 3rd September in Glasgow.
So why a Marathon? I suppose I’m one of those people who needs a challenge in their lives.