So the time is here. On Sunday, I run 13.1 miles in the Great North Run in Newcastle. It’s not the longest distance in the world, but it is the farthest I’ve ever run and it’s all on behalf of the Alzheimer’s Society, who do fantastic work in helping those who’ve been affected by dementia.
This is all part of a challenge I set myself in the run-up to my 30th in November. I decided to stop chatting about all the things I’ve always wanted to do (like run a half-marathon and a marathon) and actually do them.
I’ll won’t lie to you, the training hasn’t been easy. I now know Notting Hill / Holland Park / Kensington / Hyde Park / Fitzrovia incredibly well and have given myself headaches, shin splits, blisters, sunburns and dehydration in the process.
I’ve also been introduced to the masochism that is sport massage and discovered in the process that a good massage can get rid of tight calves, introduce me to muscles I had no idea I had and set my pain threshold much higher.
If you fancy donating some spare cash, click over to my Just Giving page.