A marathon a week, the monster month is here!

The Monster Month, a marathon a week in March

March is the monster month. It’s the biggest month of running, in Feb I managed 71K but in March I’ll be running a marathon every week!

That’s 3 runs a week, two short week day runs and one long half marathon on Saturday. I’ll be clocking in at 104 miles in the month, to put that into perspective I’ve just reached 100 miles total running in all my training up to this point. GLUP!

I’ve also got another Tarsel Tunnel Syndrome injection to have, however, my body is starting to get the hang of it – I think - and this weekend I took my first cold bath after a run. Let’s just say it was an experience one should not share!

I’m doing all of this to raise money for Mekhala House orphanage in Cambodia, please support my marathon quest by sponsoring me here:

http://www.mycause.com.au/mycause/raise_money/fundraise.php?id=17855

Tarsal tunnel syndrome

Last night I had an injection into my tendan at the top of my foot, not the greatest feeling in the world, but it seems that all my training for the marathon has alerted my body to the fact I've been suffering with tarsal tunnel syndrome.

It basically means that when I've done about 4 miles my foot starts to go numb until it's so numb and uncomfortable I have to stop and shake it out. Needless to say it's put a dent in my training.

They say training for a marathon is an adventure and I can say now I understand why, it pushes your body as far as it will go, and while things like this happen, I have to say I'm enjoying seeing what my body is capible of, we are tough little machines!!

Run, Party, Run, Party !

A slice of life:

8 miles hill running on sat, party on a boat on sat too, then 4 mile at run at lunch today… it’s getting nasty!

Between now and the marathon I need to run around 175 miles before the start of the race, I also have my 30^th birthday, a stag night, a wedding, and several other birthdays to attend. Fun times. However, my happiness at 8 miles hill running was quenched by the alcoholic grip still clutching my system.

It seems that Saturday nights attack on several bottles of cava has left me rather cross eyed. My run started well enough today, a mile to the Southbank and over Blackfriars bridge, but after that it descended through several layers of hell, where the ghosts of Saturday night heckled me. Me legs filled with sand and my lungs shrank. It seems this long adventure of training might be starting to take its toll.

No matter, life is there to be lived, I have a birthday drinks to attend tonight, before another 4 miles on Thursday and then a 10k race on Sat followed by drinks in Brixton… glup!

If you'd like to support me in my efforts to rasie tons of money for an amazing cause then you can here: Running for the kids!