Last year I ran VLM (Virgin London Marathon) and after collapsing through the door after the 3 hour car drive home I declared to hubby ‘a la Steve Redgrave’ if I was to mention entering London again, he was to shoot me. Which is why when I spotted this on the web thanks to the Daily Telegraph I had to smile.
‘Running a marathon is a bit like childbirth. You will hate parts of it, it will be immensely painful and you will swear to yourself NEVER AGAIN. Six months later, the agony all but forgotten, your brain will trick you into thinking it’s a good idea to do another one.
You can protect yourself against this masochism posing as athletic ambition by telling a broad selection of friends immediately after the race that, should you ever enthuse about doing a marathon in future, they are to prohibit such foolhardy optimism and channel it in a safe, healthy way. Like suggesting a karaoke night instead. Or that you buy a sports car. Or go out with a 20 year old.
You will then ignore them and do it anyway.’
This morning I was one of the 130.000 people who entered the ballot, this they closed in record time of 9 hours. I was that sure that I wanted to enter that I got up at 2 am to do so!
I am off to check the house for guns!