[Fireworks, cartwheels, cheers, champagne corks popping].
Did it, did it, did it!!!! Most inauspicious of circumstances beforehand. I had the night from hell courtesy of both my children. First off I had to wait up for my mother’s not very fast at all washing machine cycle to finish to hang clothes out so I had something to wear the following day. That meant no bed till 12.30am. Then my daughter woke crying twice in the next three hours which meant trips through to the room she is staying in during our visit, and converting the sofa bed to prepare for a possible third wake which would have entailed bedsharing with her. In the meantime, I was already sleeping next to my son, who decided to wake some time between four and five am and not go back to sleep. I finally managed to get him off again about 6.15 after feeding him when he complained of hunger. Then my daughter woke at 7.15…. As you can imagine, I felt about as lively as a dead cat. Plus the weather was blowing a northeaster and it just did not appeal.
But once again, the thought of the other C25Kers and 5x50ers out there pulled me through, so after a bit of lying down, I put on my gear and set off. When the big moment came and Laura told me to start running for 20 minutes, I had that northerly wind behind me and at one stage I could feel it almost lifting me through the air. Being a bit spaced from the night before actually worked in my favour I think, as running behind my sunglasses in not very sunny weather (protection for my contact lenses) gave me my own little bubble and I was in the zone (dead zone?). When I got to 10 minutes, I had a small head spin and wondered if I should have eaten more than a banana in four hours of being awake but fortunately I didn’t hit the deck. I knew after that point that I was going to be able to do it. At one stage I ran past a glass-sided café on the seafront full of people wrapped up to the nines and probably wondering what on earth had possessed me to run in this windy weather. When Laura said 15 minutes, I just marvelled at the fact that at the start of the week I had been worrying about running three separate lots of five minutes, and here I was with “only” five left to do. As she said that’s it and I came to a walk, I was amazed that I wasn’t even out of breath. I was very close to the café, and I was tempted to stop and do a bow – for my benefit if not theirs! I wanted a row of people to high five, to cheer me on, to shout to about my amazing achievement. I did it!! Can this really be me?
Thanks so much to everyone who left me messages of support yesterday. You are an amazing bunch of people. To anyone who is just starting out and doubting their ability to do longer runs, I just want to say have faith, keep running and you too will be preparing to take a bow in a few weeks.
Well done also to Helen28 who did this run today, and anyone else I may not know about. I was thinking about you on the run and wondering if you had already achieved it. The thought of virtual company kept me going.
just recently something similar happened but also had the dog wanting to go out every 5 mins, she ate a lamb bone out the bin and it didn't agree!!! But your a better woman than me because I put my run off til the next day!! Hats off to you 
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