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On the twentieth day of Marcothon…

this Cuplet gave to thee…
20 legs-a-leaden
19 muddy puddles
18 obscure brusies
17 unsure moments
16 failed excuses
15 fogged up glasses
14 near collisions
13 cluster headaches
12 ditches sidestepped
11 people pointing
10 toes-a-frozen
9 painful stretches
8 winds-a-gusting
7 chums-a-cheering
6 joints-a-creaking
5 running tweeeeeeeets
4 shooting cramps
3 stit-ches
2 poorly tums
And a Cuplet with a big tree

It’s been five days since my last marcothon post, and it was a pretty downbeat one at that.  Health setbacks hit me for six, both physically and mentally, and I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to carry on with the challenge.  Buttttttt… I’m happy (and completely amazed!) to report that I’m still hanging on!  Have no clue how to be honest – although the cluster headaches have subsided for the time being, which is a huge relief.  I’m by no means back to full health, but I’ve managed to muddle through the last five runs, bringing me to day 20.  Phew!

But there’s no time to enjoy this little victory really, as the next five runs are looming ominously.  And as I’m heading off to Brighton for a mini break before Christmas (and to take part in Burning the Clocks – so excited about that by the way – check out my blog post Willow and paper and glue, oh my! for more details), my next few marcothon runs are going to be by the coast.  Eek!

I’ve run in the Ton before, and it was probably the bleakest running experience I’ve ever had – and I’ve completed a marathon!  Sorry Brighton, I love you and all, but you can be a pretty freezing place for a jog.  What with the refreshing sea breezes that tickle your skin and give you a free microdermabrasion facial – translation: gale force winds that eat away at any exposed flesh – and my ridiculously appalling circulation problems (yes mother I blame you for this…), I’m really not looking forward to the next few days of running.  I just can’t stand being cold.  That and I turn a very interesting shade of ‘corpse blue’ when I’m nippy.  I’m not being dramatic either, when I get very cold I really do look like I’ve just walked off a morticians slab!  So here’s some advanced notice for any locals, dog walkers, cyclists, other runners and Christmas shoppers in Brighton this week – if you’re on the prom and you see something blue and barely moving, it’s probably me.  Just give me a little nudge if I’m in your way.  I’m like a Weeble, I won’t fall down :).  Days 21-25 – brrrrrr, bring on the thermals!

On the fiftteenth day of Marcothon…

this Cuplet gave to thee…
15 fogged up glasses
14 near collisions
13 cluster headaches
12 ditches sidestepped
11 people pointing
10 toes-a-frozen
9 painful stretches
8 winds-a-gusting
7 chums-a-cheering
6 joints-a-creaking
5 running tweeeeeeeets
4 shooting cramps
3 stit-ches
2 poorly tums
And a Cuplet with a big tree

We’re well into December now, and I’m midway through the challenge, so I should be getting into my stride with this running thing, right? Wrong! Oh so very, very wrong! I’m sorry to report that it’s not good news, folks. I’ve hit the wall, full on, and it flippin’ hurts…

Deciding to take on a daily running challenge in the coldest, windiest, darkest month of the year, and after a three-month break from any form of exercise, was never the best idea in the world. But it’s rapidly becoming apparent that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew with this. My body has been fighting me all the way since Day 1. I expected little else. Colds. Vomiting. Fatigue. More colds. And for the most part, I’ve been ignoring it and powering through (probably not a great idea either to be honest!), admittedly with the occasional moan on Twitter. But this week, as I hit the halfway mark, work stress, inclement weather and the sheer effort I’ve been putting in to keep on track has really taken its toll :(. 24 hour bugs and a bit of tiredness I can just about run through, sometimes even feeling better as a result.  But its a whole different ball game when you throw cluster headaches into the mix too!  I was diagnosed with this recurrent condition earlier in the year and though I’ve been pretty lucky in recent months, I’ve been hit really hard by these excruciating bastards over the past couple of days.  I guess I’m fortunate that my attacks are quite short; 15-30 minutes usually.  But they are agonising, and leave me doubled-over and crying in pain.  Basically, they’re not all that fun.

So my poor little immune system has been teetering on the brink for a while, white-knuckled as it desperately tried to cling on, but the aforementioned formidable tag-team has kicked the shit out of what was left of the scrappy little blighter. And he’d tried so hard too!  But there was always a possibility it was going to go this way. Going from zero exercise to daily runs, regardless of distance or pace, was always going to be extreme.  Right now the battle between my body and my brain is in full force, and I’m not sure who’s gonna win.  Days 16-20? At this stage, I really don’t know…