“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.”
My friend managed to convince me to sign up to the London Winter Run one night when I was clearly in a good mood, which I regretted almost immediately after. I run on the treadmill and attempt the occasional 5k, but running is not my forte and a charity 10k seemed pretty daunting.
After spending the whole of December eating, drinking and then going to Vegas I was slightly alarmed to find I only had 4 weeks to get myself 10k ready.
I decided to run twice a week, outside, one short 5/6k and one long 7/8k in the hope that if I was used to that then the adrenaline of the London Winter Run would carry me through the last 2k.
I got an early night and a big portion of pasta the night before (bonus) and then on the morning of the 5th I woke up super early, nervous and apprehensive. I got a handful of 'good luck' texts which just made me more anxious - suddenly I felt loads of pressure, I'd been sponsored over £400 to finish it, so finish it I would.
There was a good atmosphere down in Trafalgar Sq, but a fair bit of hanging around/warming up and waiting. It was super cold and my hands were getting quite chilly in my running gear. Suddenly there was a burst of action and we were off! (rubbish quality pics below but you get the idea!)
Running across the line, at Whitehall and collecting our badges was a cool moment, literally, we were so cold almost as soon as we'd finished running.
We had a quick pic with a friendly dog (no idea what his connection to the event was haha) and then scarpered back to our coats and scarves.
raise £440 which I'm pretty happy about and hopefully Cancer Research will put it all to good use. With 16000+ runners hopefully a couple of MILLION was raised, which is amazing.
Someone asked me if I'd do another and the more I think about it, the more likely it sounds