Run Fatboy Run. by arminakas

I've finally received my number for the VLM.   The number is 35718.  Now things are getting close, the nerves are really starting to play a part.  I don't know whether to get excited or run and hide.  The thought of running 26 miles is thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

I went to see my physio on Friday, who seems to be pleased with the progress that my injury is making. After 2x6 mile runs last week, he seems to be more confident that I'm not going to treat it like an elastic band and twang it till it snaps!  Naah, he's a good man is our physio.  In fact, he even gave us tickets to the Glee club (he couldn't get a babysitter).  What a top bloke.!!  He even let me do a 9 mile run yesterday (he wasn't too sure about it when I mentioned it last week).  So I did the 9 mile run in roughly 90 minutes, which I certainly ain't complaining about.

So I've got 1 last long run to do before the big day.  Unfortunately, I figure the last long run should be a 19 mile affair.  6 miles further than I've done so far (furthest so far is a half marathon).  And while the thought of the 19 mile run does not fill me with delight, it just bring into context the thought of running the marathon; another 7.2 miles on top of that again.  I've just to to spend a couple of hours trying to figure out a 19 mile round trip, or at least a run to a hospital 19 miles away (would that the right distance for Worcester I wonder?!)

I've had a look at the marathon route in the magazine thingie that you get with the marathon pack and it doesn't look too bad from above, even though it is across 6 pages.!!  The real problem is that the route is surrounded by pubs, with around 15-20 of the in the first 6 miles alone.!!!  Hopefully I on't notice that much.  I think that maybe I should be thankful, my work colleagues were threatening to organise a outfit for me to wear so that they could spot me on the day.  They might have forgotten.  You never know, they might even read this blog? Bwuahahahaha...

Anyway, some of us round here need our beauty sleep.  It's about the only rest these poor muscles get these days...  Good night...