From the girl who brought you such smash hits as:
‘Cycling London to Brighton on a stupidly heavy mountain bike with no training’
‘Walking to Everest Base Camp with a severe ankle injury’
Comes the next instalment in the physical hell trilogy:
‘Doing a half marathon on four weeks training’
That’s right. For those of you who know me, I’m not a runner.
Aged 10 I shouted at my mum* during a cross country race for merely saying ‘you’re doing well Laura!!!’. She knew my stocky legs and weak mind would hinder my dreams. I knew it too - and I was only half a mile in.
*It was unreasonable behaviour, mum, and I apologise.
In the years since, I have largely avoided running except when late for the bus or chasing politicians. But for some reason, 20 years on, I decided I hadn’t done anything stupid in a while and signed up to a half marathon.
‘Work commitments’ (aka watching Chernobyl) have prevented me actually putting much work in. But in the last two weeks panic set in and I have, at least, been out.
The furthest I’ve run so far is 6 miles. Which on a normal day I’d be pretty smug about. But then I realised it’s not even half way...
I am however, willing to put myself through my own personal hell for charity. So please do help me support The Big Salute by donating a couple of quid...and pushing me on through those long, long, miles.