- being ill for a while longer after my last blog post - my hacking cough follows me to this day.
- yo-yoing mentally from being thrilled at my Boston race to panicking about my future. What's next? What's my new focus? Faster? Better? Longer? Further?
- just some general existential angst, yadda yadda yadda.
- a university reunion. I was nervous about going but it was wonderful. Empowering. It's been a long time - nearly 20 years - and there have ups and downs for everyone, but we're still here and we're all excited about the future. 40 is truly something to look forward to.
- a half-marathon. Yes - the usual White Peak half-marathon which I ran with Drusy, Nigel, Steve, Gary, Simon and first-time half-marathoner and friend Brad. Given that Brad ran a 2:04 on almost no training Gary has uninvited him from future races. I ran a 2:03 - a slight meh time when I've run a 1:45 here before but I've run 12 miles in total since Boston and spent way too much time listening to Gary's gruesome real-life CSI stories along the way.
But you know how you can just hang around and whine and just not feel altogether right? Maybe not. Well that's what I was doing. Feeling sorry for myself. And then someone really went ahead and tried to make me unhappy. And I got really hurt and really sad. And then really angry. And then I decided - enough. Enough of me. Sometimes when you're feeling at your lowest you have to go out there and help someone else.
A few years ago I asked a very wonderful friend of mine, Martha, what her dream was (I think I was sober, just in that kind of mood). And she told me, after a moment's thought, "an end to diabetes". Martha has suffered from Type 1 Diabetes for over 33 years and is one of the most admirable, least self-obsessed and self-pitying people I know. She has got on with her life, despite its challenges, has moved around the world, has an impressive career and a lovely family. She gives very generously of her time to lots of charities. And following on from my question, she asked me last year to go on a bikeride with her from London to Paris to raise funds for JDRF (the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) to help them to find a cure for diabetes. I said "yes" immediately (again, I was sober). And people - the moment for our trip is nearly here. I have focused the first four months of this year on myself - Boston, Boston, Boston. That was good. I focused May on myself. Hmm. Maybe not so good. June is for Martha, and for others who live with the daily challenge that Type 1 Diabetes presents. Just very recently, a blogging AND running buddy of mine, Maddy, found out that her son, Stone, had type 1 Diabetes. I know it is hard to see your child facing up to a challenge you haven't had to face yourself, and I can only imagine how Maddy is feeling. But her family is a strong and loving one, and I've met Stone, and he is a strong and loving character. This is a challenge he can meet. But I would like to support people like Martha and Stone and to let them know that we are behind them and will do all we can to bring an end to diabetes.
If you are able to donate anything - anything at all - please would you consider making a donation to this charity? You can do so from the UK or Europe here and from the US or Canada here.
And finally, you may ask - how am I going to do this? 71 hilly miles on day one, an overnight ferry crossing followed by a 91 mile ride on day 2, followed by a 72 mile ride on the final day into Paris. Wings and prayers, people, wings and prayers. I've gone from no biking to almost all biking in the past 3 weeks - I've now gone up to 50 milers which are going fine so I'm hoping to hit a 60 and a 40 on consecutive days this week. I'm onto my 3rd bikeseat so far (the first, very expensive female-specific one is on ebay - it was NOT specific for this female). 2 pairs of padded shorts, chamois cream and the promise of a beer in the evening and a bottle of champagne in Paris is all I hope it will take..
I will be back here soon. If I'm not out biking manically, trying to pack 6 months training into the next 2 weeks...