There’s a real problem with this
weekly blog writing shenanigan (and it’s not just the fact I had to google how
to spell shenanigan)! When things are good we can celebrate, you all have to
endure sweaty pictures of me looking happy as I cross some finish line or
other. When things are tough the motivational quotes come out to play and you’re
supposed to get to the last line buzzing with a new sense of enthusiasm (that’s
the plan anyway)! When I have had too much to drink on a Friday night all you
get is a picture as I am too hungover to type (cue the Redway Runners Christmas
Party week) and when I am feeling soppy, tweedle gets a love song!
So what happens when the chips
are really down, when I want to curl into a ball, stay under the duvet and eat
more than just one family grab bag of peanut M&M’s? I wasn’t going to blog
today, despite subjecting you all to my incessant babble week after week I like
to think I am a fairly private person, so I won’t lay bare the facts (you can
save those tiny violins for the morning after marathon day when I plan to whine
with the best of them about every tiny twinge), but not doing what I set out to
do just because things get tough is a slippery slope to failure.
There is no doubt in my mind that
some severe mental strength is going to be needed come marathon day and maybe
even more so in these last few weeks leading up to it. So whilst the rest of my
Saturday is probably going to be spent with my head under a duvet calmly
pretending it wasn’t just me that ate all those M&M’s, tomorrow I will be
back on the road, getting the miles done and feeling good!
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