Eddie Izzard

Do you know Eddie? Very funny guy. Heterosexual cross dresser and comedian. Last year, he decided to run forty odd marathons in forty days for charity, running around each country in the UK. He did this off no training and basically got 'fit' as he went. A right nutter but obviously driven.

I'd like to think I have some of his qualities and at the moment, I'm certainly running like him (though maybe without the heels)!

Decided, on the advice of a friend and a general feeling that it wasn't a good idea, not to enter Dusk 'til Dawn. I've now 'trained' for sixteen days straight and am getting glimpses of the way things ought to be, still a long road ahead though.

I may have no business to, but I'm beginning to look forward to The Six Foot Track Marathon. I've been there twice and on both occasions was injured coming in and last year in particular found me out. I'm under no illusions this year and will be just happy to get the finish under my belt. But maybe, just maybe ....

I'm back!

Ok, it's been slow news really. I've finally got up off my arse and motivated myself to get back from the abyss. Easily 10 kg's overweight and seriously lacking in motivation, it's been hard, but here I am.

I’ve trained for eight consecutive days since February 1^st. Nothing to set the world on fire but the last time I trained for two days consecutively was eighteen months ago so something’s happening.

Suffice to say though, that I’m running like Cliff Young … sadly, it’s an improvement!

My knee is a little sore, my foot is stiff and my toe injury is hanging around in the background but not really making its presence felt.

Almost within the first km of each run (the two longest runs I’ve had have been 10 km) I feel like I’m at the end of an ultra, where the easiest thing to do would be to stop and walk for a while. Have done it a few times too. I’m finding it very tough going and though I can see the tiniest light at the end of the tunnel I can’t help feeling that it’s a train coming toward me!

I’ll be entering Caboolture this weekend, my aim to walk/jog two marathons in the 12 hours. Six Foot Track is still on though I’ll be accompanying the sweeper while Donna and I enjoy a weekend in the Blue Mountains.

It seems a very long road and I don’t remember feeling this crap at running ever, even when I started seriously four years ago. At that point, I was over 15 kg’s heavier than I am now (105 kg’s then). It makes no sense.

I’ve realised in the last week that the biggest benefit I get from my achievements over those four years is that it doesn’t matter how hard things get, I have no excuse because I know it’s in me somewhere. Hopefully, someone will let me know exactly where before I’ve had enough!!