Week 7 Ciara King: I've signed up for the mini marathon so fingers crossed
I’M at that age where all my friends have taken up running and are pretty serious about it too.
Just like that, Friday night (wine) sessions became early nights as they’re up in the morning to do some 10k in some small town in Ireland that I’ve never heard of.
From the humble beginnings of the 10k, they then move on to night runs, mud runs and then, the more serious stuff: marathons.
Suddenly I found myself supporting them as they run their first marathon in exotic locations such as Rome, Barcelona, Dublin and Connemara.
I cheered them on from the sidelines; I followed the marathon over these cities. I cheered them over the finish line like a proud mother.
Afterwards, I’ve taken the triumphant group shots of the runners where they all pose with their medals; I’ve sat in pubs with them listening to them comparing race times.
The next day, I’ve helped them up and down stairs when they can’t walk. I’ve sympathised with them when their toenails have fallen off; I’ve commiserated with them even when they tell me their nipples are bleeding from rubbing off their running tops; I’ve patiently listened as they told me how bad their chafing is.
To be fair, I was the perfect marathon cheer leader.
My friends have tried to convince me to join them on many occasions. The answer has always been no. I couldn’t, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able. I’m not fit, I can’t run. I have an old injury.
Here’s the thing. I love being active. I love sport. I’ve taken up tennis lessons in the past, I’ve done pole dancing lessons to keep fit and build strength, and I’ve dabbled in Hot Yoga and dance classes. I don’t have a car, so I walk everywhere, and yet I wouldn’t even run to catch a bus.
Chris Greene and I were covering for Rick O’Shea in the 2fm Roadcaster right smack bang in the middle of the Women’s Mini Marathon last year.
I remember the atmosphere, the camaraderie of the 45,000-strong crowd of women, Ruth Scott getting the crowd going. I loved it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought, this is the run that I would love to do. This one.
So, here I am, signed up for this year’s VHI Women’s Mini Marathon.
No backing out of it now and I’m absolutely hoping against hope that I can pull this off. So, fingers crossed.
It’s a matter of just breathe – right?