Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Nine Months

A lot can be achieved in nine months. A human gestates in that time. Three seasons go by. A school year.

In nine months to the day I will be running my very first marathon. On 17 October, I will be in Bar Harbour, Maine, USA competing in the Mount Desert Island Marathon - with Freaky Running Ex Boss by my side. I can't keep calling him Freaky Running Ex Boss - I hereby rename him Reindert. Good Dutch name. Reindert has been a wonderful coach - I'm just chuffed he's asked me to do this.

And I have to use those airline tickets for something.

I am scared. I am overwhelmed, and I am beginning to comprehend the fact that I have nine solid months of training to get through this without doing myself an injury.

And I am very proud of myself for even thinking I can do this.

Most people have been really supportive. Only Work Husband treated the news with trepidation. He has a bit of a funny relationship to running. It's one of the few things we don't talk about - I can talk to him about nearly anything else. Thinking about it, not talking running with Work Husband might be a good thing. It will make me talk about something else.

It's been a good day today. Book Group was good - more on that at another time. Work was okay. I found a second Huntsman carcass on the air conditioner, which means that firstly, the fumigation worked and secondly hopefully that is the end of the huntsmen for a while - I've lived here for four years and these are the first I've seen. They normally travel in pairs. And bravely, I hoovered up the body. No drama, no tears.

And tomorrow, funny day. I have to take Andrew to the doctor. Andrew is my car. A Toyota Echo. Why Andrew? Why not a woman's name? Back in the dark ages I had a boyfriend who jokingly named his willy Andrew. It was small, it got me where I wanted to go...

Card of the Blog: The Magician - I can do anything. Purity. Passion. Creation.

Kilometres walked since 29 January: 50 km
Kilometres run since 29 January: 27.5 km
Currently reading: The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery, Ultramarathon Man by Dean Karnazes
Weight lost since 29 Jan: 0.7 kg

1 comment:

Kath Lockett said...

"Back in the dark ages I had a boyfriend who jokingly named his willy Andrew. It was small, it got me where I wanted to go..."

I've just snorted my coffee instead of swallowing it!