Why am I talking about the Edinburgh Marathon? Well, I kinda decided to run it next year. Yep, unfit, non-athletic 16 stone Chris Morris who can't even run a mile at the moment, is going to run 26.2 miles in a year's time.
I was helping Joeman and Nathan move house last Friday (Which is literally round the corner from me, it's awesome!), and Nathan suggested I should try to run the marathon, to which I thought "Ah yeah, that's a brilliant idea!"
Less than twenty four hours later, I genuinely thought I was going to have a heart attack and die.
I used to go jogging round the reservoir at Clatto Park, which I had heard was a perfect mile. Now, I used to struggle to do that length before, but when I went for a jog in the early hours of Saturday morning, I literally thought I was going to need medical attention. I was so determined that I wasn't going to stop at all, and run the whole way, that when I finished, I felt extremely sick, and nearly threw up. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was going to collapse.
I found out later that the length across the reservoir isn't a mile at all.
Yeah, one reservoir length plus another quarter and a bit is a mile. I can't even run a mile!
I went again on Sunday, this time in the evening, and I took Heather with me. I decided to actually go for the mile, but to pace myself a little more this time. I ran about three quarters of the reservoir length, and had to walk for a bit, then ran again, and walked for another bit, then ran to the mile point.
Although I had to stop and walk for a bit, I actually felt a lot better about it than on Saturday's attempt. I mean, I didn't feel I was going to die. I even text Nathan telling him saying "Just went for a jog, I did a mile but it nearly killed me!", to which he replied "Woop woop! Nice one!"
I don't think he knows I was actually being serious.
So as if this time next year isn't terrifying enough with going to Rwanda, I have to worry about whether or not I'll even be alive so that I can go to Rwanda!
Yikes. Edinburgh Marathon, what am I thinking!?
By the way, here's a photo of the reservoir at Clatto if you've never seen it before:
So that's all I really have to talk about just now. Oh, except for Heather basically becomes a teacher tomorrow, which is mega exciting for both of us. My girlfriend is a primary school teacher! She goes to her school tomorrow, which is in Carnoustie (Can't remember the name of the school, she'll kill me for that later), and she'll begin in August.
So anyway, I'll post another entry soon, if my intense one mile training doesn't kill me.
If you don't hear from me in the next week, call emergency services.
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