In one of my last lucid conversations with Esther I promised that, if at all possible, I'd run a half marathon in 2017 for IIHUK. It's a small charity that provides information and support for people who've been diagnosed with idiopathic intracranial hypertension which causes increased pressure around the brain. This is the condition that caused my sister to lose her sight.
So was I being rash in declaring my intent to try and get around a 13 mile course? After all, the last time that I updated you with my progress through the NHS's Couch to 5K running programme I was jogging for just three minute bursts. Ha! Ye of little faith. With the help of my virtual coach, Laura, I've made steady progress over the last few weeks and now, after a five minute warm up, I can run for twenty five minutes, a veritable racing snake albeit a stubby, rotund one!
What I've noticed over is that increasing the duration of my little trots around the block has been getting easier and easier. The step up from sixty to ninety seconds bursts of running between weeks 1 and 2 seemed like pure torture. 'When is this going to end?' my brain agonised at around the 61 second mark. The difference now is that often I don't give what I'm doing a second thought. I can enjoy the scenery or ponder on something other than worrying about the integrity of my ACL repair. Running for over two hours in one go is still a way off. But with a firm charitable aim in mind crossing that half marathon finish line seems a whole lot more achievable. I've been doing a bit of research and Bristol's nice flat circuit might be the one of aim for. And who knows. I might sneak a cheeky 10K race into my schedule in the meantime.