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.If you want to follow what I'm up to, sign up to my mailing list