Twin girl seems to be deadly serious about getting my fitness back. She keeps pulling out my lycra and gently reminding me of the days when I would set off from the front door and return a couple of hours later after running fifteen miles. Since she was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes her medical knowledge has increased vastly and she worries that I will fall foul to her conditions neighbour – type 2.
As a family we want to raise money for two great charities, JDRF and Diabetes UK, both have been incredibly instrumental in helping us cope with twin girls diagnosis and both fund life saving research. My husband hopes to race in next years Ride London (despite not yet owning a bike) and twin girl is putting increasing pressure on me to do something.
She wants me to run a marathon.
I have ran three in my life, the first was fantastic, the second stung a little and the third nearly killed me.
I have not ran since I last crossed the finish line, I have hung up my running shoes, folded up my sports bra, and settled into a life of food and good wine.
If I am honest I don’t think I can run another marathon. I have mocked people in the past who have told me they lack the stamina and fitness to run 26.2 miles, I have reassured everyone that all it takes is determination, a good pair of trainers, and a decent reason to run.
Can I have a better reason to run than to fund research for my little girl?
But still I am terrified of signing up to something that is so demanding.
People presume that once you have ran a marthon it is easy to run another.
It’s not. If anything the challenge grows greater as you know the endurance needed, the hours and hours that have to be given to training, the committment you make to fundriasing.
Running a marathon takes over your life for at least five months.
But my little girl is asking….
She wants me to do this for her, to raise at least two thousand pounds for a charity that can help cure her.
She does something that I thought she could never do, she injects four times a day, she copes with an illness that scares me to death.
If she can do that – can I run again?
Can I dust off my shoes? can I learn to run again? Can convince people to give their money to Molly’s cause?
This post is brought to you in association with Mozimo, who I bought my MBT trainers from last time I dared to face the 26.2 mile beast. Is it time to get them out again?