So, last week, something really scary happened. An envelope fell through my letterbox, one that I had been expecting for some time. My official race pack for the Ikano Robin Hood Nottingham half marathon. Inside the envelope were my race number complete with tracking chip (gulp), a race guide and route map and some safety pins, to attach the race number to my top.
We also get regular emails reminding me how many weeks of training there are left before the big day. We currently stand at four. Four weeks! Thanks, race organisers, as if I needed any more reminders that I’m about to try and undertake the hardest, most gruelling endurance task I have ever attempted.
I guess this is actually real, then.
I am currently a perfect blend of fear and determination. (Thanks Mr Mess for the turn of phrase) Part of me is absolutely terrified, dreading every moment of the experience and wondering how I’m ever going to make it to the end. The other part is quietly confident, raring to go and even mildly excited by the challenge ahead. One thing I am certain of is that I definitely will not be giving up, for a number of reasons:
- I’ve paid £30 for the privilege of putting myself through this torture and I am certainly not about to let that money go to waste by not actually entering the event now!
- I am a stubborn git and refuse to quit, even when it feels like the odds are stacked against me. I said I’d run a half marathon, so a half marathon I will bloody well run and I don’t care if it kills me in the process.
- Perhaps most importantly, I have to run so that hopefully I can benefit other people. As I have mentioned in a previous post, I have decided to run for sponsorship to try and raise money for the charity “Mind”.
I have written in the past about my own experiences with anxiety, but I also have many friends and family members who have had their own struggles with mental illness. I think it is something that most people will come into contact with at some point in their lives, either through themselves or loved ones, so when I sat down to choose a charity to support this seemed the obvious choice.
At the moment I don’t have any sponsors so I can’t really say the accountability factor is high, but I’m hoping that might change over the next few weeks. Hell, if needs be, I’ll sponsor myself for a tenner’s worth and leave it at that. Every little helps, as the saying goes.
With only four weeks to go we have upped the training a little and things seem to be going ok (if you don’t count yesterday’s shocker due to the scorching August heat). If you wanted to read some of my previous posts about my journey to a half marathon you can find them here:
If you would like to sponsor me as I run 13+ miles, then you can head to my Just Giving page by clicking this link. Obviously there’s no obligation, but I really would appreciate a little encouragement and let’s be honest it will make a lot easier to keep pushing through those final few miles if I feel like there’s a good reason to keep going.
I can’t wait to see how I get on during race day, and I especially can’t wait to munch my way through a bag of post-race doughnuts. I’m pretty sure nothing will ever taste that good again.