Dear Marathon Gods

You’ve been very kind to me this year, you’ve given me a lot of things. There was that half marathon in Bangkok that you rescheduled perfectly to let me do it a few days before flying home from my travels. Then you let me do two marathons in six weeks while I also worshiped at the alter of the Gods of Beer and Rum. Thanks for sharing me.

You’ve helped me get three PBs this year across three distances: a 45 minute 10K, a sub 1:45 half-marathon and a sub-4 marathon. Really, you’re spoiling me. But before this year is out I just want one more thing from you.

I’m supposed to be doing Venice Marathon in four week’s time. But I’ve got a problem with my leg. It was feeling dodgy before the last half marathon, but I raced it hard, got the time I wanted but ended up with a leg I haven’t been able to run on since.

Held together with kinesiology tape and after 10 day’s rest, I managed a 3 mile run and then a 10 mile run taking it slow. My physio says with stretching and low mileage, I may be able to get to the start line in Venice – but I think it will take more than that.

And so, here’s the deal I put to you: if you let me start Venice Marathon with two functioning legs, I will not drink a drop of alcohol from now until I cross the finish line. That’s no beer, no wine, no gin and tonic after a hard swim session.

Not only that but I’ll give up on trying to get a ‘Good for Age’ time in Venice, I’ll just run it for the fun of running a marathon and be glad I’m able to take part – however slow I go. I’ll enjoy the scenery and soak up the atmosphere.

If that’s not enough I’ll help other runners – I’ll offer to pace those I know that want to get a sub-2 half marathon and I’ll volunteer as a marshal at races.

So there’s the deal. I await you answer on next week’s long run!

Your biggest fan,
Lazy Girl!

[I wrote this post on Saturday afternoon. Then I got on my bike, cycled 10 miles and fell off my bike, landing on my knee. The Marathon Gods want to play hard ball.]