Connemarathon.... here I come

[Katy.a]

Foolishly, when I was young and lithe, I promised myself that I would run a marathon at 50 (having previously last run the London in '92). That time is now... I can do it, I will do it, but everything HURTS.
It will be something of a relief when I don't have to run for 2-3 hours at a go in training. Went out last sunday before the snow, weeping into the biting wind straight from the Urals. Decided to run from Devils Dyke to Chanctonbury Ring and back. Don't you just love it when you bump into the hard men from the local running club, who cheerily announce that they always run 21 miles on a sunday, and smoothly accelerate up the agonising slopes while you chuff painfully, lungs and legs burning. Aaargggghhhh! lost the plot on the return run up to the Youth Hostel at Trueleigh Hill. Running into that wind when tired completely did for me - walked up remaining hills and tottered down the inclines. Still, not going to beat myself up given the conditions. Made it back to the car - I think my next project will be to walk over hot coals - after all, I am getting used to the sensation.
Failure is not an option...xxk