I remember when getting hot and sweaty was something to look forward to. When the act of getting hot and sweaty would be preceded by a night out dancing and completed by breathing hot fiery nicotine into my lungs.
Well as middle age hurtles rapidly towards me nights out dancing are now replaced by tray dinners in front of the television which ironically seems to bring on an exhaustion heavier than dancing so the old way of getting hot and sweaty is no longer physically achievable. Plus the hot fiery smoking pleasure has been long since stubbed out as my lungs started to shrivel and rebel, so I have had to find a new way to get my kicks and get my sweat glands producing.
Hence this leads me to marathon training, nine and a half weeks to go before the big day and I am still sporting a jelly belly which is often exposed by my limited running wardrobe. Its smaller than it used to be and to be honest not many notice it popping out to say hello around mile three as most people are fascinated by my giant chest boinging along to an invisible beat.
My trainers have holes in them as maternity pay does not lend itself to luxuries such as new shoes at the moment. However I am selling the twins on ebay so hopefully in six days, three hours and thirty seven minutes I will be able to invest in some new running footwear.
My furthest run is fifteen long miles, and this weekend I am going out for eighteen. My body is covered in vaseline and plasters nightly and I am starting to resemble a greasy jelly baby that has been blistered by a day in the sun without cream on.
I am also the happiest I have been for ages, each run makes me stronger in body and mind. I am achieving an ambition again bit by bit; I am raising money for a cause I totally believe in.
Want to add to my smiles? Pop along and add your name to my fundraising page www.justgiving.com/jane-blackmore. Post this blog to your twitter or facebook account. Or just leave a comment wishing me luck!
All help appreciated