My friend is looking for a challenge. She's given up smoking, is bored in London and wants to get fit.
An email lands in my inbox: A distraction plan
The text reads as follows:
The new york marathon...
You and me
Whaddayathink?
Whaddaithink??? Giving it no thought whatsoever, I hit reply and type:
I am in. When do we register?
Fast forward 2 days and we're signed up for a four day trip to New York in November and a run of 26.2 miles. Only then does the magnitude of the decision begin to sink in.
WHAT WAS I THINKING
Last year I gave up four months of my life, every single weekend and endured a great deal of pain. What sane human being would put themself through that again?
Hysterically I phone my friend, who reassures me that I should focus on the "immense sense of personal achievement" rather than viewing the situation so negatively.
People are queing up offering advice on how to tackle "those dreaded bridges." I feel worried.
www.nycmarathon.org
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