Sorry it has been a little while since my last blog. I’ve been a touch busy 🙂
My ankle is now much better and although it still feels tight when I stretch a certain way it is fine to run on. So I headed up to Inverness last weekend to do the River Ness 10k and support my friends several of whom were tackling their first marathon.
This was the 3rd time I’d done this race and I do love it. I was really looking to get round because I knew that it would not be easy since I hadn’t done much since my marathon, so this would in fact be my longest run since, so I decided to set myself a target of 1 hour 30 (about 10 minutes off my PB). My aim was to just take things easy and enjoy it.
Here are some pretty pictures I took:
Ended up that I managed to finish in 1:28:21 which I was more than happy with. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of staying the Sunday night, so it was back home for me.
Then came this week. That meant that finally the results of the London Marathon ballot were out. As you can probably tell from the title of this blog, I got the following magazine:
Of course I was disappointed, so almost immediately signed up to to Loch Ness Marathon instead in 2015.
The thing is, I really want to do the London Marathon at some point and I don’t want to take up a charity place. I have a very personal reason for wanting to do it. As my regular readers and friends know, I never really liked running, however another member of my family did.
My Dad started running in his 40s. I never really thought very much about it at the time, especially through the teenage years, but now I can look back on things differently. Dad is now 78 and still keeps himself fit although he’s not able to run any more thanks to a dodgy knee. One time recently when I was visiting I found this:
Yup, that is from the 1981 London Marathon. I knew he ran marathons and other races, but at the time it didn’t mean that much to me. Now however it is pretty much the only reason I want to run London. To run the very streets he ran all those years ago. To share a common bond of a race.
Most of the other races from the time that Dad took part in are long defunct, but London still endures. He was way faster than I will ever be, but just to be able to share in the experience, which these days will be very different from those early years keeps me entering the ballot without fail.
Hopefully one day I will get in, somehow, but until then all I can do is do my best to keep improving so that when I do get that chance, I’ll do him proud 🙂
So onwards and upwards. Looking at finishing the year off getting my fitness back and building up the miles again. I figure if I can keep myself half marathon ready, the step up won’t be as hard this time. At least with London out of the frame for next year, I have a year to train for Loch Ness. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed for a place in London in 2016.
I’d just like to sign off by giving everyone who runs a huge pat on the back. I’ve found it isn’t an easy thing to do, but is rewarding in so many ways. It takes guts to get up and go out when the weather is rubbish or if it is early in the morning or late at night. But run we do, come rain, hail, snow or shine. You are all awesome. Keep it up 🙂