fa, a long, long way to run

On my way out to a house warming this evening, I noticed an envelope addressed to me on the entrance hall table. Postmark: Gray's Inn Road; a moment of reckoning. I opened the envelope feeling vaguely like I do when reading acceptance/rejection letters. Before I'd even read past my name, I'd made out the words 'delighted' and 'happy' - in my experience, people aren't typically "delighted and happy" to reject applicants, though I could see that working nicely on my planet - so it was with hope that I read on.

Indeed, it would seem that I now have a conditional place in the Flora London Marathon on April 18th 2004! Happy, happy, joy, joy!. What I have to do now is raise crazy-money through charitable sponsors, a daunting but not impossible task which I'll have to begin soon if I am to hit my target. I am over the Moon!

Now, just to keep fit until I can train on my right leg again; the schedule is there and waiting, the stamina comes in buckets, but what really needs doing is to build the kind of endurance that only women in labour can appreciate. Positive advice is very welcome!