Help me. No seriously help me. I don’t know who I thought I was but way back in April when I watched the happy faces of runners from all over the country flock to London to run the 2019 marathon, I had a spark of inspiration and decided that I’d like to add that to my bucket list and I completed an application to run on behalf of The Cystic Fibrosis Trust a charity that is very close to my heart. My lovely little Sister, Isabelle has Cystic Fibrosis. For those of you who do not know anything about Cystic Fibrosis, it is a genetic condition that currently has no cure. The gene affected by CF controls the movement of salt and water in and out of cells. Those with Cystic Fibrosis experience a thick, sticky mucus in the lungs, digestive system and other organs causing symptoms such as reduced lung function, digestive problems, thinner bones and additional symptoms. Although I do not know anyone with a stronger mind, so much sass and tons of energy, this is a horrible condition that she has to live with. She currently has to take medication and undertake physio multiple times a day – so although I’ll be moaning a hell of a lot over the next couple of months, it is all for a good cause and how could I turn this opportunity down.
Well, ironically, just as I finished a 5K run that honestly nearly killed me, I received a phone call from the CF Trust, to say that I had been successful in getting a place in the 2020 London Marathon.
They sounded so happy for me but in all honesty, I was silent with sheer panic. 5K is the furthest I have managed to run without stopping … the Marathon is near enough 45K – 9 times what I can manage. As inspiring as it is, I don’t know what I’ve done to myself, I’ve kicked off my training and oh my sweet jesus, i’m struggling with week one. RUNNING IS HARD. I just cannot stop stopping. I’m not built for continuous long distance runs. I have actually started having sessions with a running coach that specialises in preparing and training people for events such as the Marathon. He is great and the best thing I decided to do, not only is my plan now personalised for me but he is great at putting me in a positive mindset to tackle, without a doubt the hardest thing I would have done in my life.
I’m aiming to complete 3/4 runs a week which will be built up over the next few months. One easy run (whoever came up with the name ‘easy run’ needs their head testing!) one interval session and then of course a longer run. So it is doable and 3 or 4 runs a week doesn’t scare me off to much . The thing that I am struggling with is focusing on running only, I’ve cut back on my body pump sessions as I started to get a twinge in my back and I’m struggling with switching out my gym sessions which I weirdly enjoy to outside road running, which can I add, in the Winter is horrendous. The cold, the rain, the wet leaves, the wind, the darkness does not make running enjoyable at all. I also love to work out in the morning. Well at 5:30am in the morning in the Winter, I am completely petrified to venture out, I’m totally convinced there is someone at the end of every corner waiting to jump me and shove me into a van… so inevitably and due to my paranoia, I have switched my runs to after work, which takes a hell of a lot of motivation after a 9 hour work day and a train that literally lulls me to sleep on every journey home.
The key is to obviously plan (bought myself a marathon diary and everything) but even if I schedule a 5:15am run and write it down in pretty pink ink, I am still really struggling – PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME MOTIVATION TIPS.
I also need to raise a hefty £2500 – so if anyone has any fundraising ideas or suggestions then please let me know. And if anyone would be so kind to make a donation to the CF Trust and follow my marathon journey then please head over to my Just Giving page on the following link… https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/charlotte-brindley2306
Anyways, I’m just keeping this a short post but I will keep you up to date with my training and how I’ll probably lose my already manky toenails.
For now , if my thick thighs were made for anything, I hope it’s to carry me through each of those 26.2 miles. EEEK.