GOSH, it never rains but it pours. And it did just that on the day of my second Dublin City Marathon, Monday, October 3. I wish I'd never gotten out of bed on that morning.
Full marathons are generally a bad idea on every level. First of all they are 26.2 miles long, cue blisters and wonky knees.
Second of all they give you jelly legs for days afterwards, even if you just walk them as I have done.
Thirdly, most of us have to go to work the next day.
I certainly did, complete with my black eye, having fallen on wet leaves in my 'lucky' runners. I really did feel like a total dumbass.
I've had those runners so long they have no grips left. In a moment of mercy I put them in the wash after the event. Once they were all clean and smelling of Ariel I took one look at the offending footwear and chucked them in the bin.
I am now married to my new Nikes and God help them if they let me down -- forget the washing machine, I'll put them in the food blender.
Even walking a marathon is quite simply a bonkers thing to do to your body. Which is why I am doing it again next year. This either makes me brave or stupid as I plan to run/jog it next time -- for one thing I don't want to spend six hours in the rain again.
Anyway, just over a week later I'm over the misery-buzz. I even made a pact on the day after the marathon to get in to training mode so I can do the race with a Herald contributor.
I have a good reason for all this mad activity. Mainly, I like being busy and keeping fit takes a lot of time when you're almost 'old'. But the thing I like most about walking and running is that they are free -- apart from the runners! So I can set this personal goal for the year ahead with the knowledge that, no matter how much the Government takes from us in the budget and no matter how many other sacrifices we have to make in our personal lives and work places financially, this is something I can do for myself -- and if anyone still has 3p old money next October they might even sponsor me to do it for charity.