Marathon Madness.
May 2nd, 2008 at 7:31 pm (Life)
Today when I got home from work I sat waiting with G for a big delivery. It arrived after a couple of hours waiting and we unpacked and assembled the thing. What was it? I hear you ask, well it’s a treadmill/running machine/instrument of torture, call it what you will
The reason for this machine is that after watching this years London Marathon I decided to enter. I have entered the ballot at least and must wait now until October to find out if I have been accepted or not. In the meantime I need to start some training. From my house I can either run downhill (too easy) or uphill (too hard) and as petrol is so expensive at the moment driving to somewhere more level is not a good thing to do. The treadmill is my birthday present, and part G’s late birthday present too.
So why the London Marathon? It looks fun that’s why. I’ve watched it every year on the tv and said to myself that one year I will run in it. I want to do this before I reach 50, as I turn 45 this year I thought if I didn’t apply now then I probably never would. Also it gives me 5 years to be accepted in the ballot. Along with this I will run for charity, not 1 but 5, for several reasons. The charities will be…
Cancer Research
The Stroke Association
The British Heart Foundation
The Alzheimers Society
Diabetes UK
The reasons I picked these charities are as follows…both my parents have diabetes, the chances are quite high that if I don’t keep on top of my weight and fitness that I will get it too.
Graeme’s grandfather and many friends relations have suffered Alzheimers, it’s a frustrating illness and I wish there was a way to prevent it.
In the UK strokes are the 3rd biggest killer, many people on my post round have suffered strokes, some survived, some didn’t.
Heart problems are also in my family, another reason to keep my fitness levels up, and my Mum and Dad wouldn’t be here if there hadn’t been so much research done in the past.
Cancer affects too many people, again a few people on my post round are battling this and a friend has recently had her grandmother go through a serious operation to remove her cancer.
I’m no scientist and I can’t find a miracle cure for any of these illnesses but maybe, just maybe, the money I raise for these charities will help some clever person to find a cure or a treatment in the future.
If I get a place in the London Marathon then I plan to gather the names of the people I know and also friends relations who have suffered from these diseases and put the names on my running shirt so that all those people know I’m running for them. Having the names on my shirt will be a way of keeping me going through those 26miles 385 yards (42.195k). At the moment I can run the 385 yards no problem, it’s the 26 miles I need to conquer
Graeme said,
May 2nd, 2008 at 7:47 pm
FOOL OF A TOOK!!
Cyanure said,
May 3rd, 2008 at 9:53 pm
lol
I agree with you. She’s crazy. But maybe they will find something to cure her in the future…. if they have money to do research. So they need someone to run. this is why she will run. But if she run we have to cure her. So they need money to do research. So they need someone to run. This is……..
Seriously, I already told you what I think about your idea Jools. Good luck in your training ! I’ll be your invisible chearleader. If one day you feel like you can’t move a leg because it’s too hard, imagine me singing to you the Rocky song. The eye of the tiger. And if it’s not enough imagine me playing trumpet. The other song from Rocky. you know it, it goes like that *tatataaaaaaaaaaaaaa tatataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tatataaaaaaaaaaa tatatatatatatatataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*.
I’m sure that it will help you.
Jools said,
May 3rd, 2008 at 10:02 pm
Cyanure, I shall imagine you standing at the top of the steps in the Rocky film with a huge homemade chocolate cake as my reward
TheGamechanger said,
February 12th, 2010 at 10:01 pm
I have done 5 London Marathons – one of each sponsor
My worst was running in a Bee costume and meeting Bob Wilson of the BBc on Tower Bridge trying to do an interview with me – he couldn’t keep up!
Archie Marathon Man