By JO ABI
A week before I turned 37 I wrote a list of things I wanted to do before I turned 40. Right under a trip to Europe (expensive for a family of five) is ‘Run a marathon’.
So, I’m entering the Mother’s Day Classic. This will be the first time I’ve run longer than from the lounge room to the loo since high school. But I’m ready. I CAN DO IT!
I bought a book all about running marathons. It says interesting things like, “Runners are always injured or recovering from an injury”. It also advises to ‘carb-load’ the night before with a Pasta Party and to carry Jelly Babies with while I run for an energy boost.
Pasta and Jelly Babies? Why haven’t I run a marathon before? I’ve been missing out. This is going to be AMAZING.
“Isn’t it just a Fun Run,” my husband questions gently, watching me tape up my knees and ankles before my first training session.
“It’s 8 k’s”, I state dramatically.
“So less than a half-marathon then,” he says dryly.
(Insert wife-to-husband death look)
When I do something, I don’t do it by half, well, not at first anyway. I throw myself into it, as long as I don’t suffer any sort of injury. I make it my life, except when I’m busy.
For the next few weeks I AM A RUNNER.
The Mother’s Day Classic is an annual event held nationally, and in Sydney you can join the main event at the Domain or even participate at Parramatta Park. It’s all to raise money for breast cancer research and one of my best friend’s mum’s has been fighting breast cancer this year so I’m pretty excited by the idea of getting heaps of sponsors and raising money. I can’t wait until breast cancer and all cancer in general is a thing of the past. I sure hope it happens in my lifetime.