It’s been a few days since my last blog and it is needless to say that I once again failed Juneathon, but who am I to go against tradition, eh? Well done to those of you who completed; I love the idea of successfully completing, but when it comes right down to it, I’m just not motivated enough to exercise and blog every single day. One day I will succeed.
In other news, it’s time to begin training for the Luton Marathon. Carla and Jimmy are also doing this race in November and although I am looking forward to it and the training, I am also much more worried about this one than I was my first marathon last year. I finished Brighton in just over 5 hours on a blistering hot day. I really want to try to get as close to four and a half hours as I possibly can with Luton. For a start, I think the weather will be on my side, although knowing my luck it will turn out to be the hottest November day on record. I’ve also got the added bonus this time of knowing that I can do it. But the worries and lack of confidence have stemmed from injury. The tendons in my right foot are constantly tight and going anything beyond 2 miles at the moment is really pushing it. Now is the time to start training as if I leave it any longer, I’m not allowing myself any spare time for missed weeks due to illness/injury. Yet right now, I just don’t see how I’m going to get fit in time. Maybe it’s just a general lack of confidence. I’ve missed pilates classes due to them being full and I really hate not bowling. I feel like a lazy slug.
At least I’m further along than Jimmy because at least I’ve actually entered. I’ll ignore the fact that he is running more.
It’s the Juneathon picnic on Saturday. Looking forward to seeing some of you then and enjoying a glass of Pimms or two. I may even bake some peanut butter cookies. Mmmmm.