…and all day long you’ll wonder what you were thinking.
The problem with writing a blog is that it can give people ideas.
Like the friend who, after reading my posts about returning to running, decided to issue me with the challenge to enter our local half marathon event next April. Sigh. She knows I can’t resist a challenge.
I’ve never run in a fun run. Ever. Not even a 3km stroll in the park. But, you know, why muck about with piddling little distances?
So training has begun in earnest rather than in the haphazard, hope-for-the-best nature I usually do things.
I was wondering if I were to give myself a running nickname, it might give me further motivation, don’t you think? Emil Zátopek was the ‘Czech Locomotive’, Marjorie Jackson the ‘Lithgow Flash’, Usain Bolt is the ‘Lightning Bolt’ and Eric Liddle was the ‘Flying Scotsman’.
I was thinking about what name I might choose when I looked in the mirror after a 5km run on a warm afternoon. And there it was. Behold! The Flying Beetroot!
To help me keep on track, I asked another friend to give me some training guidance. She sent me a spreadsheet. Sigh. I can’t resist a spreadsheet. I suspect she knows that. A non-checked-off spreadsheet can send me into a nervous breakdown so she knows I’ll stick to the training plan.
Here’s what my future holds:
I love that she expects me to run 9km on Christmas Day. She probably knows I will, too, just to prove I can.
But if all else fails, I suspect I will cross that finish line anyway through sheer bloody-mindedness.
And they know that, too.