London Marathon, Baby!

Wow. I just re-read my last post. If that is not a clear indication of why I need to run, I don't know what is.

I'm happy to say that I am in a much better place right now. I started to run again over Christmas after about 5 weeks off. I've tried to take the road back to running slowly, but it is hard. Right now I'm only running 3 days a week because I know that I need to take it easy.

With stress at work and my mental health needing a real boost, it is hard to reign myself in. I see other people running and I yearn to be out there. But I must take it slow.

So how to take it slow...

Yes, the title of my post is the London Marathon. And, yes, I got a spot. But that is not taking it slow, you say. No. It's not.

It was a really difficult decision when I got the call. I cried. I worried. I talked and talked to my husband about it.  I didn't make the cut back in October, but I put myself on the waiting list because I wanted it so badly. I put it out of my head and kept Richmond Park in the forefront of my mind.

But I got the call. I got the chance. And how can you turn down London?

I'm telling myself that this is for John. 13 April is 5 days after his anniversary date. John lived in London. And it is for Mind. Yes, running a marathon is for myself. It is a goal I have had for a while now, but if it were purely for myself, I would take the longer time to train. I would choose Richmond.

So I'm telling myself that my only goal is to finish. That it's okay to walk (eek - walk?!).

I'm absolutely terrified that I have to run 10 miles this weekend. The last time I ran 10 miles I injured myself. But if I'm going to run 26.2, I have to get past 10 first. So let's take it one step (mile) at a time.