36317. Thats my London Marathon running number, and I'm a red zone starter. Now, I'm not sure if that means slow as arse zone, but I don't care. I'd rather be in that group than the group where they take off at a sprint and leave me in the back as norma no mates!
I'm freaking out in a totally undignified manner. I have a thousand doubts, worries and totally irrelevant thoughts circling around my head, but mostly I feel quite proud that I am about to be a part of something so nerve wrackingly brilliant. I may not finish as a fantastic athlete, but I will finish. I will finish with full understanding that I have done this to hnour a person who was selfless and giving of herself, of her time. I will finish with the understanding that this one event has truly, unmistakenly been life changing for me.
I am running the Alloa half marathon on Sunday, and am dreading the infamous 10 mile hill, but am even more excited about completing the race and hopefully finding my remaining toe nails still intact!
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