So. The beady eyed amongst you may have noticed in my last post three months ago, I talked about training for TWO marathons. Yes, it was a mad, mad notion, but 2016 I had decided was not going to pass marathon free like 2015 and I had my deferred place in Brighton, I had even convinced Queens Park legend, Dan, Dan the marathon man to run it with me, well about an hour faster but you get my drift. But then out of the blue – well out of the hat as it happens – I was given the Queens Park Harriers place at the Christmas dinner (see picture above of me head in hands whilst the room erupts with cheers!)
So for a few brief, mad moments I thought, why the hell not, I will do both ! “Run” Brighton and walk/saunter round London. The power of positive thinking. I was a REALLY good patient and did not run for five weeks after the reconstruction operation. The new scar, under the new look bosom healed very well and quickly and I was soon back running. Maybe I ran a bit too much too soon in my over excitement. The op was behind me, the new breasticle was much less stretchy achey with the old inflator out. Things were looking up. Well one of them was….
But hang on, the post before last I promised you pictures of the Richmond Breast Cancer Care run which we all did last year a week before my diagnosis… This year there was a very spooky change to the event, it was Halloween themed for the first time which was our dearest Di’s most favourite of events so we mustered an amazing gang of young and old, girls and boys (allowed for the first time) and swooped round Richmond looking positively ghoulish and ghastly. Some of the young managed to inject some glamour into their outfits … Take a look.
I think Di would have been very proud of us all.
So back to 2016 and the joy of running. Our first event is always Fred Hughes 10 in January running the roads round St Albans, it’s undulating and I love it. Some people call it hilly, but I prefer undulating. I missed Liz being there as well as a few other pals who couldn’t make it. So we set off, I had had an achey knee, nothing serious, classic ITB just a tight muscle but instead of a sensible slow steady run I made the mistake of running with a young woman, Phoebe, Dan, Dan’s daughter, until I realised my mistake and she ran on. To cut a long story short I had gone too fast, added to which myself and Amanda did a mad speedy last mile and as we turned into the finishing straight I also turned my ankle and hence my sore knee. Not ideal. Monday morning I was literally hobbling with a crutch. Not a good day…
Shortly afterwards I faced one of my fears and spoke at our Annual Conference at the end of the day, I was outwardly very calm, it was very shortly after dear Sir Terry Wogan died and I tried to channel his effortless relaxed style. Go me. Here I am with our Chair Sir William Wells handing out the prize to the top sales person.
Forward fast FIVE WEEKS and only one tentative three mile shuffle I lined up along side James (eldest) and Beth (Di’s daughter) Freya, Phoebe, Shade and Florence (and Dan but he whooshed off super fast) at the Brighton Half Marathon. This was Beth, Phoebe and James first half marathon and much as I doubted my fitness I was not going to miss the start of this. I figured I could stop halfway back by the pier. However the slow, steady pace that more befitted my age and condition was doable and thanks to my pals I made it. We all did and raised more money for Di’s charities.
So apologies to those people looking for the breast cancer news and updates but in terms of that I am taking the tablets, passed my first year on Letrozole (hurrah) and have an oncologist appointment in April and a consultant appointment in May.
Meanwhile back at the training …. Or not… Given my knee survived Brighton two weeks later I decided to give the Finchley 20 a go. But being incredibly grown up, restrained and taking my own advice I only did three laps, 15 miles, slow and steady. Felt okay.
Two weeks later was a busy week, a good mate got married and being that she was a Queens Park Queen, with the inspiration of our figure head, Sian, we had a hen night with a twist, all adorned in purple, mauve, lilac or similar bridesmaids dresses (apart from the bride) we hit the West End. Not sure it knew what had hit it.
Can you spot me? I am in heavy disguise.
So before I get back to running (yawn) a quick showbiz update. Mr Kennedy has been very busy, producing more brilliant radio shows, being killed in low budget films in cold corners of England, picking up another BBC Drama Radio Award for the series The Reluctant Persuaders and most recently being cast in a new drama series for ITV the Sunday evening Downton slot, but it’s top secret so I can’t tell you anything about it or who he is playing so you will have to make do with a picture of him and his latest award…. Mwah, mwah, darling ….
So…. Just a teeny bit more about running.
After the 15 miles all was surprisingly good. The left knee felt good. So it seemed only sensible to try and up the miles the following weekend if there to be any chance of attempting a Spring marathon, so it was I came to be running around Regents Park three times on the morning of Dawn and Svens wedding and back and around and about Paddington Rec and Queens Park til the garmin bleeped 18 miles and my right shin went …. WTD (what the Devil).
Hmmm. It did hurt. What’s happening, my left elbow, my left knee, now my right shin. Is it just general decrepitude? Does the letrozole contribute in any way? Who knows. What I DO KNOW is that wearing very high heels that very same day to the Civic Centre and then back to the party to dance the night away senses cushioned by the anaesthetic effect of Prosecco REALLY did not help one bit. My shin has been agony since. As I type this one week on I have just had the quietest Easter weekend in my life. I have been resting and icing and resting. Today I was lucky enough to have an hour with Beryl the amazing osteopath. It’s feels a little eased. My thoughts of 20 miles next weekend then a 3 week taper to London are out of the question. It really is touch and go if I start.
I know most people are now probably shouting at their laptops or i pads going “don’t be ridiculous, you’ve hardly trained” ( it’s true, I haven’t even averaged ONE training run a week) my body is showing its age but…. And it’s a big but. I really want to do it. Not actually do it as in the physical doing of it but every thing it symbolises for me, for the close of a chapter, a marathon, a different kind of marathon, breast cancer done. Break the unlucky 13 marathon with my 14th.
More than this I want to do it for Diane. We all miss her still so very much. She was always there supporting us in many marathons, she stood by Big Ben with her mum Dorothy for two of my Londons and was at Brighton with Shade sorting out sunglasses and bubbles on the beach. She was there with me at the start of this marathon, the different sort of marathon, holding my hand at Charing Cross late on Saturday night in October 2014, and now she has gone. I will do it for her, for her charities and for her memory. The London marathon 2016 is the day before the first anniversay of her death it will be my tribute to her God willing (whoever God is) I can get to the start line with workable limbs.
So in the next few days I will be setting up a fund raising page for Diane, our gorgeous, giggly, dependable, bendable friend. x