I've been roped into running a 10k race for fun. FUN.
Ok, so I tentatively agreed to this organised torture when a few colleagues asked if I'd be game for taking part in the Nike We Own The Night 10k race for women in May.
Now, I'm in that non-runner demographic, the type of girl who only ever runs for the train, last orders at the bar or Zara before 6pm.
In light of this I've whipped up a list of eight things that happen when you agree to run a marathon (of any variety or distance) for the FIRST TIME:
1. You live in fear every single day afterwards. Self doubt and loathing take over, you're already a shell of your former existence.
2. You know your bladder won't hold out on you (which MUST mean your legs won't either). Visions of Paula Radcliffe squatting become a recurring thing.
3. You contemplate carb loading, those glucose sachets and whether the backpacks with inbuilt straws could potentially fuel you with something besides water or Lucozade. Say, gin or a sick note?
4. You receive your registration number, you've had to tell friends and family (only because emergency services will need to contact them) which means there's no going back.
5. On a good day you dream up positive eventualities: winning the entire race (by miles),
Ryan Gosling Boris Johnson presenting you with a bottle of Evian afterwards, potentially collaborating with Nike on some new running gear with your name on it...
6. You pretend to know what phrases like: "par two hours", "anaerobic threshold" and "inclined gradient" mean. When all you're really familiar with is "hitting the wall".
7. You suddenly become aware of people running EVERYWHERE.
8. You wonder how it might actually feel having achieved something so amazing, knowing that whatever happens it might just be you own personal best.
If you fancy it, there's still time to register for the London race on 10 May. Here's where to get all the need to know details...