Thursday 17 June 2010

One month later

I started out following the beginner's programme on the official marathon website, which worked really well to start with. However, after a few weeks, the training had built up to an hour or an hour and a half at a time, and it was getting harder and harder to find the time. I can do half an hour - sit the children in front of a DVD and make Mum a cup of tea - or even an hour, providing nothing untoward happens. And when I was on the training roll, somehow I managed to make it happen, even though I would stagger into the kitchen after a run (for run read pathetic lollop) certain that I'd taken on too much.
And then I got poorly. Fatal. Not to me I hasten to add, but to the programme. I'm stuck. Things happened to stop me before I got ill, but I ran anyway. Now things happen to stop me and I let them stop me.
I have to just get the trainers on and start again. But E (five months) needs feeding. T (three) has to be at a party in an hour. A (turned two yesterday) is being a prime pickle and I don't think mum would have a good time with him if I were to leave.
And I've got a blog to write.