It’s a little known fact that Paula Radcliffe and I share a pre-running ritual. We like to get up, get our children off to school, then stop at the roadside cafe for a bacon roll and a delicious polystyrene cup of builder’s tea. Then we pop into Ikea for a bit of shopping with our friends, followed by a healthy lemon and ginger tea (very good for the energy levels) and a slice of Dime cake. Then, and only then, do we head home for our daily training.
Yes. I did say training. It’s official, I have dusted off the trainers (and removed a fine layer of dog hair and fluff from the treadmill) and this afternoon, fuelled by cake-made-from-chocolate-bars, I ran. Shuffled, really. Gosh it’s sweaty, this running business, isn’t it? I ran and walked for a mile and a bit, whilst watching Strictly Come Dancing on tv. There was an awful lot more walking than running, and my face looked like a very red thing when I was finished, but it’s a start. Only another 24 and a bit miles and I’d have done a marathon. If Eddie Izzard can do 43 marathons in 52 days with only 5 weeks of training, I can run one with 7 months. Just keep your fingers crossed, everyone, that there are no more back problems, chest infections, holidays or other excitements. From now on it’s serious.
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