From: Wednesday 1st September
Word is already starting to get around that I've got a place in the London Marathon.
I was at a library meeting this afternoon, and colleagues kindly offered sponsorship...on the condition that I run in a convict outfit. Hmm. I'll have to think about that one. I've a feeling I could be making enough of a fool of myself without entering into the realms of fancy dress.
Tonight was one of the last evenings for hubby to have a Wednesday evening sail - the nights are already drawing in, and trying to de-rig in the dark is no fun. I took the opportunity to run down to the sailing club. It's only three miles, but the first mile is up a steep hill, and it was a very warm evening.
The last time I ran that route I took 40 minutes, but tonight I managed to shave five and a half minutes off. Not bad, but I was a little wheezy by the time I got there.
Sadly the lake was like a millpond, and the rescue boats had to tow the sailors back to shore after an hour.
At least we've had one good laugh today. My best friend announced to her Mum that I'd got a gold bond place to run... in the Grand National.
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