Marathon v Wedding: Who would win in a fight?
Marathon training and wedding planning. Unlikely bedfellows. Unwise bedfellows, you might say. Well, we’re all sleeping together just now. And let me tell you, it’s a frenetic threesome: Me, the trainers and the bridal folder. As soon as one rests, the other awakens. An insomniac’s dream. Or perhaps a nightmare.
I’ve realised the two aren’t that different. Both involve blood, sweat and tears. Both need an immense amount of planning before the Big Day. Both are bloody hard work, but will be worth in in the – ahem – long run.
Preparation is the key, I’m told. But that doesn’t stop the general panic. I’ve tripped at mile one and landed in a puddle. I’m struck by injury 30 seconds in. My guests don’t turns up at the wedding. Even worse, the groom doesn’t…and so it continues.
I’ve also found my flat’s been transformed into a jogging and bridal den of iniquity. Batter down the door and you’ll find a heaving mass of running and wedding paraphernalia. There are water bottles EVERYWHERE. Some full, some half-full, some empty, a lot turn up in very unusual places. Then there’s the constant whirr of the washing machine, spinning my sweaty running gear, day after day. Wedding menus and dress appointments are scattered about. My vast collection of bridal magazines could sink a ship.
With just two weeks to go until I lace up my trainers and hit the streets of London with 30,000 others, the questions just keep coming. Am I following my training schedule correctly? Am I eating enough or too much? What if that pain in my leg doesn’t go away before April 13?
And it’s the same as the wedding approaches (five months today – not that I’m counting. Ok, I am). Have I spelt that person’s name right on the invitation? What colour of bows do I want on the back of the chairs? Ahhh! I’m becoming bridezilla again…
It’s particularly bad at night. As I’m dozing off, an impromptu tug-of-war breaks out.
“DRESSES!!” “TRAINERS!!” “INVITATIONS!!” “RUNNING NUMBER!!” AAAAARGH!
Despite the stresses, preparing for both events is enjoyable. In fact, now it’s time to scale back the running (tapering, I believe the professionals call it), I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself for the next fortnight. Actually, I do. Worry. Obsess. Eat a lot. Fidget even more. And hopefully have one of the most memorable days of my life on April 13th. Followed by another one four and a half months later…
* I’m running the London Marathon for Prostate Cancer UK, in memory of my grandfather. All donations are very much appreciated. My sponsorship page is: http://www.justgiving.com/Louise-runs-London Or text OVGF67 & amount (£1, £5 etc) to 70070. Thank you so much.