It came about when Cam decided he was flying off for a weekend to run a marathon. I mean, who randomly decides to do such things? Then, a few weeks ago, as he was busy training and I was busy deciding which side I prefer sleeping on in the early morning light, I had a thought. I mean, why shouldn't I do that? On re-awakening hours later to a sweating, staggering semi-corpse gagging for breath, I wasn't as put off as I imagined in the cold, harsh light of day - I mean, if he can do it, why can't I?
This is where the trouble starts. I think I may have mentioned in previous posts and vlogs that I have what might be described as a mild competitive streak. I mean, some who are close to me, such as
The more I thought about it, the more I want to do it. I googled some marathons and their running dates (no pun intended!) and think late July/mid August is a fairly good time frame to realistically be able to run. And when I say run, I mean to start off as small as possible, then consider the 14km City to Surf in Sydney, wherein lies another problem. I know Cam and his brother in law are considering signing up, and if so, I don't think I'll enter. This is where the competitive demon streak comes out - I know, theoretically, I wont be able to beat them. Ever. I mean, in all seriousness, I'd be lucky to make the entire thing without actually dying. But knowing someone will be running, I know myself well enough to know I'd take that as some kind of challenge. And if, as Cam horrifically suggested, he'd keep pace with me, I don't think I'd be in a mind state to be responsible for my actions. See, I already feel he's implying I'm never going to be good enough, and therfore he'll do worse to please me. Already! So, I've decided to do this on my own. I won't be training with him and his marathon boys, I will be slogging this out on my own, with Phoenix by my side and with Lady Gaga screaming in my ears, and with mental images of PT chasing me with a large whip urging me to run faster, longer and harder.
So, from today, I will be documenting my efforts to get this goal on its way to a reality. As from now? I'm about to tie up my laces and go on my first official run. Seriously, how hard can this be?
... Well, I mean, in theory. Now would probably be a good time to mention I could count on one hand the amount of times I have run in my life, most of which involve chasing a stray horse or missing a bus in the rain. Back to my mantra... anything you can do, I can do better!