CELEBRATE YOUR OWN success
It’s fair to say I am not a natural athlete. The only thing my PE teacher ever asked me to do was babysit for her children, so when I started running as an adult, it was a big deal. After five years of jogging around the park, I began to dream of running a marathon. For years I had watched, breathless with admiration and vicarious nervous energy, as thousands of runners pounded the streets of London each spring. So, as I entered my 40th year, I decided I would start to say yes to things I had previously considered beyond my reach, and entered myself for the Brighton Marathon.
I’d been lucky enough to make some great friends through running and one of them, a seasoned marathon-runner, drew up my training schedule. It was realistic but demanding.
