Growing up, I wasn't much of an athlete. I wheezed when I ran and came in last every race, which is why my love of running has been such a surprise. I don't really mind the bad days so much because I'm still getting over the novelty that I run at all.
Of course, there's one obvious challenge with running. Every year London marathon runners were paraded on Blue Peter. It felt like taunting to me since I was as likely to run a marathon as I was to climb Everest or whatever other wholesome exploits were celebrated on the show.
But the more I've run the more I've thought: I could do that. In the Runner's Handbook, Dick Traum is quoted as saying "Anyone who honestly takes the time to train can finish a marathon. You don't have to be much of an athlete, just patient and disciplined." The idea seems delightfully unlikely based on the child I was but I've decided to take the plunge.
I'm now 3 weeks into the training program and it's going well so far. I'm hoping for a time between 255 and 270 minutes and seem to be on track so far. It's been hard work, but I'm very excited. I only wish I could go and visit me at 13 to tell him what I'm up to right now. He'd never believe me.