Back to business…

Training time is upon me again. I’ve signed up to run the Royal Parks Half Marathon on 08 October in aid of Royal Trinity Hospice who looked after my Nan for a short stay recently.

Since the Marathon I have done two long-ish runs of 9 miles in May and then really nothing. The occasional run once a week here and there.

I’m back to square one all over again and with training on the horizon it’s making me worried, nervous but also excited.

There is obviously a big part of me that feels sadness that I’m not longer unbelievably fit! I don’t think I realised quite how fit I was until now when it’s all gone away. I really miss just being able to get up in the morning and run 10 miles like it’s a walk in the park, I miss that feeling of being really fit and feeling great too.

But here we are again, back at the beginning. When I go for a run now it takes forever to get my breathing right, I feel my core is weak and I’m not running as tall, I’m getting extremely red extremely quickly and it’s also just hard.

I ran 10km the other day, and I’m not lying, but that run was harder than the actual marathon!

There is also an excitement about being on the path to getting my technique and fitness back. You get to see gains as you go and feel a sense of achievement at the end.

I also know the amazing benefits running gives to me, including its wonderful ability to release stress and increase my positivity. I can’t wait to start to feel these again! And also I can’t wait to complete a half marathon side by side with my cousin, having raised money for a charity that means a lot to us!

I also love the feeling of a race day! Such buzz and excitement and everyone participating in a challenge together. So I look forward to that.

However the motivation can be really hard to find at the beginning, when you’re just not very good. I feel like kicking myself for letting it all just leave my body in 4 months of laziness!

“Oh but a half marathon won’t be hard for you after a full marathon” people keep saying, and I try to tell myself. But actually it’s not going to be easy. I’m going to have to drag myself out of bed in the mornings, actually go to training after a day of work and fit long runs back into my weekends! Right now these things seem so difficult.

Next week starts the beginning of proper training and I’m writing this publicly so that I might actually get on with it!

I know I have got it in me to do this, I have done it before and so here we go again…

I am running the Royal Parks Half Marathon in aid of Royal Trinity Hospice with my cousin Katie. You can sponsor us here:


One day at a time

Since my last post I have still been struggling to get out and run.

Unfortunately my nan is still very ill and sadly won’t be getting better. The past seven weeks have been some of the hardest days of my life.

I feel emotionally exhausted.

I’ve been going up to the hospice more and more or going to see my Mum to keep her company. Then when I haven’t done that, rather than running I’ve spent the evening mindlessly watching TV, ordering a take away or having a few drinks.

Getting up to run before work has also been a struggle, instead I’ve preferred to lay in bed for as long as I can before the day has to begin.

As I’d had a bit of a break before this happened I’m now very unfit and have also put a considerable amount of weight on. I’m generally feeling rubbish about myself inside and out.

But the thing is I do know somewhere in my mind that this won’t last forever and that I will be back to properly running again soon – I mean I have to, I’ve signed up to a Half Marathon in October with my cousin to raise money for the hospice Nan’s in.

At the minute running is just harder than it’s been for a long time. I’m also having to drop running plans because I need to do something more important like visit Nan and a lot of the time I just don’t want to go.

Whether that’s because I’m emotionally exhausted or because I feel bad going out doing something that makes me feel happy or because the idea of having that time and space to think about how I really feel is just too daunting. I don’t know.

I’m not sure what’s making it hard but the longer it goes on the harder it is to get back into the habit.

So I’ve decided I’m going to take it one day at a time and try to be kind to myself about it.

And this morning I actually managed to wake up before work and do a slow but steady 5km.

I do feel better for getting out but I do have to remind myself that it’s okay not to be as fast right now. I just need to do what I can when I can and feel proud of actually achieving it.

So here we go: one day at a time.

It’s been a while…

It’s been over two months since I ran the London Marathon. In that time I managed a few park runs and also did a really amazing run weekend with my running club called the Green Belt Relay where between a team of 11 people you run 220 miles around the Green Belt of London over Saturday and Sunday whilst competing against other clubs and teams. It was great fun!

After the Green Belt Relay, Stu and I went on holiday and it was really nice to have a bit more of a break from all the strict training I had done in the first 16 weeks of the year. (Plus the holiday was AMAZING).

On the Tuesday that we got back I was really quite tired from getting back so late from Budapest the night before, so thought I’d leave the running club for one more week.

Unfortunately that week I discovered that my wonderful nan is really very ill and went into hospital.

The first week was really difficult and I was emotionally drained. I decided another week off was best. Plus, I was going home at the weekends to check on my mum, as it is her mother in hospital and I want to make sure she is okay as well throughout all of this. Therefore I was missing out on my local ParkRun as I didn’t want to leave mum on her own in the morning.

In the mix I also discovered I had an interview for an amazing job and so even though it would have been great to go to the club and release some stress and tension, for another week, I had to stay at home to prepare.

I mean, I could have run on my own but I didn’t particularly want to. I run without music and just my thoughts and I don’t really want to run with my current thoughts. I don’t want to think about the sad thing right now. Maybe I wouldn’t think about the bad things but I can’t allow my mind to wonder and potentially start to address how I am really feeling right now.

In good news I got the amazing job that I had been prepping interviews for and I’ll be the new Marketing Campaigns Manager at the Battersea Arts Centre come August. It’s the dream role and dream venue and on top of that, it’s not too far away from home which means I can continue with my running club when I start the job there.

Overall it’s been 36 days since I have ran. I feel really upset about it.

In the time that I haven’t been running I have felt pretty low, I’ve put on weight and I feel super lazy and not particularly productive or motivated.

Whether this is just from stopping running or whether it’s a mix of the emotions that come with coming to terms with knowing you have limited time with someone you love – I’m not sure but now it’s been quite a while since I just went for a run.

I’m starting to feel nervous about lacing up the trainers again. What if I’m not good anymore? What if this lack of motivation continues? What if my running clothes don’t fit?

I know it’s only been a short time off but compared to training 4 times a week, like at the beginning of the year, I now feel like a novice.

I want to start again! I need to start again!

I miss the friends I made at the club. I miss my fitness levels and the way a run releases stress. I miss the feeling of being proud of completing a run and feeling good that I am active.

My main aim is to just enjoy it again. So even if right now I just run once a week, at the club, as a social activity, then that’s what I need to do.

And so one run a week right now is enough. It’s all I need to set myself. Especially as I imagine I’ll continue to go home at the weekends to see my mum and so will miss out on upcoming Park Runs as well.

So the current goal: just to run.

No matter how far or for how long. I need to take the advice of one of the biggest sports brands and Just Do It. 

So I’m packing my gym bag tonight and plan to join the great people at Ranelagh Harriers tomorrow night.

By writing this blog and putting my goal publicly I hope it will encourage me more.

But I’ll let you know how it goes…

The London Marathon


It’s going to be a long one!

I woke up on Sunday morning at 6.30am. I didn’t need to get up until 7, but I couldn’t sleep.

My night hadn’t been the best, I kept waking up but I didn’t feel too tired. I got ready, put on all my kit that I had set out the night before and then headed into the kitchen for breakfast. I wasn’t feeling too hungry but I knew it was important to eat so I battled my way through a bagel and a half…not the first battle of the day I was sure.

I was staying at Mum’s house and Dad was going to pick us up at 7.45am. Mum decided to come up with me and Dad so she could be there at the start to see me off.

Dad arrived and I was nervous. I was anxious about getting there on time and with everything okay. But the journey was pretty easy and Dad put on Disney’s greatest hits to keep me calm. As we approached Blackheath we found the most perfect parking spot and with that we were there.

There was a buzz in the air and runners were walking with their loved ones to the start line. As we walked to the Red Start I was feeling particularly calm which was good. Mum said she needed to the loo so I queued with her and then after that we said our goodbyes and I headed into the runners only section.

I went to drop off my bag, got some water and then went to make my way to my start pen. On the way I bumped into an old school friend who I haven’t seen in years. We gave each other a hug and wished each other luck and it was super nice to see a friendly face.

I was in Start Pen 9. That’s the last pen – I must have estimated I would finish in 5hrs and over when I initially signed up because this was a much slower pace pen that I was now currently aiming for.

The crowd were great, they were people dressed up, thousands in charity jerseys, people singing and talking to strangers. When the gun went off at 10am we all got very excited. However as we were in the last pen it did take us 26 minutes to even get to the start line.

Off I went and initially it was pretty difficult to have room to move. I was running at a pace that was obviously a faster and I kept getting stuck behind groups of runners – but I weaved my way around and at about half a mile in I saw Mum and Dad waving their flag  and they were wishing me luck.

Before I knew it 5 miles had just flown by! I thought wow if it all goes as fast as this I’ll be in no problem. I’d also managed to see one of my friends and also my cousin and her boyfriend. In fact with both these people I spotted them first and shouted for them!

The first big moment of the race came when we entered Greenwich. It was LOUD. There was so many people cheering and clapping. There were so many people to look at. I knew Mum and Dad would be around here and also my boyfriend Stu was due to be here too. Before the race we had sorted out flags with most of my supporters and I knew what flag I was looking out for for each of them.

There he was. Stu. With the big yellow smiley face flag and he looked super excited to see me, jumping up and down and it was lovely to see him. I wasn’t stopping and kept that memory with me as I moved on. I saw my Mum, my Dad and then the Headway cheering point, the charity I was running it for. Greenwich meant a lot to see all of these people and it was amazing…then I ran past the Cutty Sark! Madness I tell you.

It was so loud, so many MORE people! The boat itself was pretty spectacular and I began to realise that this was going to be a great experience.

The next aim now was to make it to Tower Bridge – the half way point and where I’d see Mum and Dad for the third time. But it was starting to get hot now and there was still 7 miles to go.

‘Oww’ I thought. ‘My arm!’. With all the excitement at the beginning of the race I had totally forgotten to put the vaseline on my arms and as they were moving back and forth one of them was totally rubbing with each stroke. ‘It’s fine. It doesn’t really hurt’ I kept telling myself. But truth be told it did! How was I going to make it through?

‘Mum will be at Tower Bridge Siobhan, she’ll have the Vaseline and you can sort it there. Just keep going, get there and it will be fine!’ So with that in mind I focused on just getting there. But it hurt and I couldn’t get it out of my head enough. ‘Why are people just offering out sweets here? Surely someone will have Vaseline? Will I see a runner get some out? I can ask for some?’ Nope no runners with Vaseline, it’s not happening I just had to keep going.

Then suddenly an angel in a St John’s ambulance uniform was standing there ahead of me, tub in hand. ‘IS THAT VASELINE?!’ I shouted. ‘Yes’ she said and with that I took the biggest dollop of Vaseline and rubbed it all in my arm. I had loads left on my hand and had to wipe it on my leggings as vaseline hands are not ideal for grabbing water bottles with.

Things started to get easier again. My arm felt great and I began enjoying the crowds once more. ‘Really take it in Siobhan’, I said to myself and as I was looking into the crowds another friend appeared ‘Siobhan!!!! GO SIOBHAN’ he shouted. He looked pretty happy and I noticed the can in his hand. Woo! Drink! Drink to my acheivement!

Before long I began to see the tall bits of Tower Bridge in the distance and then as I approached the bridge the pink flag appeared once more – it was Mum and Dad. I ran over to their side and waved. As I got closer Mum handed me a spare gel and I smiled at them both as they cheered me on.

Tower Bridge is a real amazing sight. It’s even more of a sight running on it with hundreds of people. It was super cool! My friend was also going to be on the bridge with the charity she works for, Shooting Star Chase, so I looked out for her flag and gave her a big high 5 when I ran past!

It was breathtaking but with the end of Tower Bridge it means you have to run in the wrong direction away from The Mall until you come back again about 10 miles later. I think mentally this is challenging knowing your so close but then so far away.

‘Keep going Siobhan!’ ‘You’re doing really well’ I kept saying to myself and began to focus on the running. ‘SIOBHAN!’ I heard from the crowd – now this isn’t something new, I have my name on my top and lots of people are shouting my name and cheering me on, but this one felt different, more direct – I looked back and it was my sister’s boyfriend shouting my name and my sister standing there cheering next to him. What a surprise. I had expected to see her at Tower Bridge but that was miles behind now and I had no idea she was going to be there.

I kept plodding along – then I heard the BIGGEST cheer and it was shouting my name!! I looked over the road to the other side where the runners were coming back and on that side of the pavement were two aunties, six cousins and 4 second cousins jumping up and down and cheering!!! ‘YEAH’ I thought as I smiled and waved. Shortly after a man came running up behind me ‘You’re Siobhan. I work with Catriona.’ It was my cousins friend and he had heard them cheer me, they then saw him and cheered him and he caught up to say hi.

16 miles in. ‘Okay 10 miles to go. This is starting to get hard. No! Stop thinking negatively!’ Well in hindsight I was right. Thing were starting to get hard and much earlier than I had thought it would. I was pretty sure I would make it to 20 miles before things started to hurt but my thighs were beginning to tighten up, my hips were sore and my lower back was reminding me it was there. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that at 17, Stu would be there again.

Last year when I went to watch my Dad the first place we saw him was 17 miles in and he looked great. I kept trying to remind myself that ‘it’s just 17 it’s not that hard yet.’ But it was of course a total lie that I was telling myself.

The yellow smiley face flag.

‘It’s Stu!’ I could see he was with his friend Ryan now. I just needed to touch him and as I ran past I held his hand and said ‘This is hard!’ He smiled at me and I went off. That little touch gave me the power to keep going.

‘Come on Siobhan just get to 20! Keep going strong to 20! You’ll be at 19 any minute’. When I run sometimes I cannot think straight at all – I guess my body is concentrating on other places but the saddest moment happened when I reached the mile marker and it was 18 miles. ’18?! What? I thought it was 19? Ohhh!’ I had to try and forget it and just keep going, it may seem a small mistake but at that moment with my legs tightening, it felt terrible.

Things started to pick up again when I reached the Canary Wharf area. Another busy area full of people cheering, drums, music – literally a constant roar of noise. There were people to look at again, exciting things to see and before I knew it, I was past 19, had seen a group of work friends, and had picked up the pace.

However soon after it became quiet(er) again, more and more runners were lying on the side of the road having medical treatment and it began to be a little scary. My pace slowed and I had to avoid the runners in trouble – ‘eyes up, head up, stay strong, stay focused’.

20 miles!! YES I made it! And to reward my efforts I saw another friend.

‘Just a 10km now Siobhan that’s all. You can do this. What I want you to do is make it to 21. That’s all you need to do.’

21 miles.

‘Okay Siobhan this is great well done! The pace you got, it’s good. Keep it. Stay comfortable. What I want you to do is make it back to the family – once you’re there you’ll be close to Tower Bridge again and then it’s easy street.’

As I was getting closer to where I could remember they were I was looking out for their flag and I saw another that I recognised!?! Roisin, my sister. Once again in a place she didn’t tell me she was going to be. I ran to her side of the road and as I went past I told her how it was getting hard. It wasn’t easy anymore, it wasn’t a breeze and I needed to get the negative out again I needed to tell her.

Before long I made it to the family again! I could hear there cheers as I was approaching and it was the first time I thought I might just burst into tears – they were all here cheering for me and they were all willing me on so much and my heart was literally so full at that moment. But as I got closer I knew I needed to smile at them and with that the tears subsided and mile 22 was in the near distance.

‘One more Siobhan. Get to 23.’ I saw Stu and Ryan again! ‘The next time I see them I’ll be done.’

23 miles. ‘YES! COME ON! 5k left’.

From this point it was now super busy, there were even more people everywhere. But it was also the point that I knew I’d finish it. There’s no way whatever happens I won’t be able to run 3 miles. I saw a few more friends, some unexpected, some were.

Before I did the marathon I was warned about the Tunnel of Doom – a tunnel by Embankment where no crowds can go in, runners are crying, some stretching by the sides, you can only hear footsteps, breath, tears and huffs. It was in the near distance then all of a sudden, before I entered the tunnel, on a footbridge I saw a pink flag. ‘That looks like Dad’s flag’ I thought.

‘GO ON SIOBHAN. NEARLY THERE DARLING’ Dad shouted. And I looked up and there were my parents waving and cheering. Mum waving around another pair of gels – how she thought she’d get them to me from up there I don’t know – but I didn’t need them. What a great place to enter the Tunnel of Doom.

It was as the people said it would be but I kept running and near the end was light and loud music, a tannoy and cheering people. I kept running. Out of the tunnel.

The London Eye in sight. I kept running.

24 miles. I kept running.

Then Big Ben in sight. ‘You’re so close now Siobhan just aim for Big Ben’.

I saw my running club friend Mike, I heard SO many people shout my name over and over. These strangers willing me on in the last few miles.

Big Ben got closer and closer and after that Birdcage Walk just happened. There was a sign 600m to go. ‘One and a half round the track, that’s all this is!’ Then there was a 400m sign. ‘That’s just one lap of the track – you can do that.’

Buckingham Palace.

Then around the roundabout and there it was – the finish line.

I ran as fast as I could! I think I ran a bit earlier than I should have but I wasn’t stopping now.

Arms up and across the finish line in 4hrs 16mins and 05 seconds. It was over. I did it!

I did it. I ran 26.2 miles.

I got my medal (sadly no sign of any royals for me) and then because I had finally stopped running after 4 hours my legs started stiffening up even more and I developed a nice little shuffle to collect my bag and walk all the way along The Mall until I caught up with Mum, Dad, Stu and Ryan.

It truly was the best thing I’ve done. It was hard, it was challenging but it was amazing and I did it.

We traveled to The Cock Tavern Pub after to celebrate and there were all my supporters and extra family and friends. I celebrated lots and was on the biggest high. It was so lovely to see everyone there and a big thanks to everyone who came out to the pub and the race!

The next day was another challenge in itself. My legs were sore! Going down stairs? That was out of the question! I walked no faster than a shuffle for the full day. But I had a medal and I felt like the pain was worth it.

By Wednesday my legs were back to normal but still best to rest up for a while.

The London Marathon was ridiculously well organised. The Buxton Water stations were all well supplied at all times, the volunteers smiley when they handed out the bottles. The bag drop/pick up was easy. The route was amazing! It was everything it needed to be. The worst thing about it was that it was over.


Overall, I have currently raised just over £4000 (£4,500 with Gift Aid) for Headway and I am proud to have been able to help them. (If you still want to sponsor me you can the link is below.)

For me this can’t be the end of my marathon career. I have more in me. I need to do this again! It’s hard but it’s rewarding – keeps you fit and is like nothing else I’ve ever done.

So even though it’s a break from marathon for the rest of the year I won’t stop running and it’s not the end…It can’t be.

I’m running the London Marathon to raise money for Headway, the brain injury association. You can sponsor me here:

To find out more about Headway and what they do visit their website here.


Let’s get ready to rhumble: Week 16

IMG_2140.JPGIt’s the final week before the London Marathon. I have been waiting for this day since July and have been properly training for 16 weeks, as well as base training since September last year.

It’s been a rollercoaster week. There have been days when I’ve felt so nervous I literally felt sick! Then other days where imagining crossing the finish line has had me welling up, days when I’ve doubted my ability to do this and the good days where I’ve been ready to take it on (and take it down YEAH!)

I’ve even been a marathonzilla! If you slightly joke about it or thinks of it as somewhat unimportant I go into a full blown (inward) strop of DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS TO ME?! Like literally on stupid levels and a part of me floats up looking at myself as if from above saying WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ITS JUST A MARATHON?! CALM YOUR SHIT! (Although I’m not sure that is limited to just this week, pretty sure I’ve been this way since January.)

IMG_2145This week my running has gone way down in the training plan. It is called tapering and supposed to make you feel on peak performance on race day as you get to the start line with rested legs. But it feels really odd. I mean my legs feel great and my runs are good and the pace has been great but running just 2 miles makes me have serious anxiety: what if I have lost all my long distance ability? I just have to trust in my plan and stay strong.

It has also been a week where I realise (once again) how great the people that I have in my life are. They’ve all been super supportive and sent good luck wishes and I’ve even had more sponsorship come in!
It’s pretty overwhelming to be supported this much and makes me feel really loved. So a big thanks to everyone who has wished me well!

I truly wouldn’t have been able to do it without the support that I’ve had and I’ll be running with you all in my heart (and when it gets hard in my head!)

Celebrating with my Dad had finished the race last year.

Last year when I went to watch my Dad I didn’t know then that I’d be here this year! But I couldn’t think of a better reason to run!

This charity means a lot to me, they will always have a place in my heart for what they did for my friend Will and his wife Amy. For the fact that they campaign for people to wear bike helmets – something that’s important to me after my dad was knocked off his bike and saved by his bike helmet. For how the members of Headway West London touched my heart with their everyday bravery after surviving brain injury. And for the kindness and support this lovely small charity have shown to me throughout this process! Big up Cerys and Lizzie from the Headway team!

This year’s marathon is also a mental health marathon raising awareness of all different mental health issues with Heads Together. I’m proud to run it this year with that in mind too. I find a run really helps me refocus and relax and so I think the marathon and Heads Together are a perfect match.

In some ways this is one of the biggest days of my life. It’s going to stay with me forever whether this is the first of many or the only one.

IMG_2138I just hope my training and the support I have received gets me all the way through to the finish line in one piece! Lots of luck to all the other marathon runners!

Head up, stay strong, keep going. You got this Siobhan!

Here’s to tomorrow!

London Marathon 2017

IMG_2146I will be running using my Asics trainers, Garmin GPS watch, Science in Sport gels (orange flavour), flipbelt to carry them, double layered socks, H&M sports bra and leggings, puma hat (to keep the sun away), Heads Together band and of course my Headway jersey.

I’m running the London Marathon to raise money for Headway, the brain injury association. You can sponsor me here:

To find out more about Headway and what they do visit their website here.

It is a big deal: Week 15

It’s now the end of Week 15 of my 16 week Marathon plan. I am sure that you know this is my first marathon and it would be fair to say I’ve made quite a big deal about it so far.

I have spoken about it ALL the time, mentioned it in staff meetings, literally taken all the selfies of my life in thanks for donations and posted them everywhere, I have moaned and cried and when I’m not talking about it I’m thinking about it.

As of late I can start to see that people are getting a little bit bored of me talking about it, but you know what…I shamelessly don’t care.

This is the biggest challenges I have ever set myself – it has pushed me physically, mentally and emotionally. It has been so important to me in lots of different ways and I feel I deserve to talk about it as much as I do because to me it is a big deal.

Firstly is my first marathon. It’s a marathon!! It’s massive. I’m allowed to talk about that.

Secondly after hearing from my friend about the importance of Headway to him and after going to the West London Headway group it is clear to me that this charity is amazing and achieving this and raising money for them is also a big deal. I don’t want to let them down and compared to what the people who use Headway have had to face in their lives a marathon is nothing and so even though it’s a challenge for me I need to achieve it for them. I can’t just give up.

I’m also proud of having raised so much money for them! I thought the initial target of £2000 would be hard to reach and I’ve currently raised nearly £3,400!

Also I’ve put in so much time and effort and it has literally consumed all of me for 15 weeks. I’ve given up time with friends. I have basically done nothing for the past 15 Saturday nights (although I have had the chance to watch Ant and Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway – woohoo.) There was a time where I barely saw Stu because of training and there was still so much to go and I had to put him second to this challenge and it was horrible. Some days I’ve been so tired from running and it has taken my everything to make it through the day. There have been some times when it’s been freezing and I can’t be bothered to train and I’ve had to go against all my thoughts and power on through anyways. It hasn’t been easy. It’s been hard and I’ve put in all
that work and so it’s a big deal for me.

Also I’m not particularly a confident person and rarely believe in good things about myself but this process has helped me become much better at being kind to myself. When you’re running you have to remain positive in your head and constantly tell yourself you can do it, that you’re strong and you will achieve it. (Because if you don’t tell yourself that it’s so much harder.)

On top of that, achieving milestones like a fastest mile or the furthest run so far or a massive 20 miles, backs up the thoughts that you can do it because you have actually achieved something amazing. At this point I feel strong and powerful for getting this far and achieving what I have so far. Sometimes I’ll finish a run and can’t believe that I’ve achieved it! I feel positive about myself and my achievement and it means a lot to give myself some credit for once.

To go through all these things is a big deal! And why I can’t stop talking about it. As much as I am sorry I’m boring my friends, family and work mates to death I’m also not sorry.

It’s also why I’m now becoming so totally nervous about the day which is just one week away!!

I can’t believe after all this time it’s now so close!

So until next week…


I’m running the London Marathon to raise money for Headway, the brain injury association. You can sponsor me here:

2 weeks to go: Week 14

I can’t quite believe it. There are just two weeks left until the London Marathon.

It was a bit up and down this week, things started well but on Wednesday I got an awful migraine and felt really bad. I had to go home from work, I didn’t go for a run and I rested.

I am concerned at this point in training to continue to be in good health for the next 2 weeks! I’m starting to get annoyed at people on the tube who are coughing without putting their hand over their mouth. I have worked so hard so I just want to get there feeling as good as I can. So it is important to chill out if you’re not feeling that great.

I think I will continue to have anxiety until the day. Last night I had my first marathon dream. I don’t remember what happened but it was the race day and I remember things weren’t going great. I don’t know how many more of these will happen over the next couple of weeks. This really has taken over my whole life.

I felt much better the day after the migraine and my runs this week have been quite strong. It feels good. When it came to my long run of just 12 miles on Sunday I aimed to run it at race pace. It was super warm and even though I was running just a little faster than my race pace it felt hot and it was tiring.

I really hope that it is NOT that warm on the marathon day. I thought of all those people running the Brighton Marathon today in the hot weather and feel like they are heroes!

Teddington Locke in the sun

It was a beautiful day and it was part of a route I had taken early on in training when it was SUPER cold and frosty and today it was sunshine and blue skies and it was beautiful. It made me think of all the different things I have been through; frost, snow, rain and now sun!

At this stage in training I am thinking back a lot, thinking of how far I have come. How sometimes it has been the hardest thing in the world and other times I have never felt prouder. It’s been a really fascinating challenge.

I believe I can do it and I know that even if it gets hard I have so much support that it will get me through, both from donors and also people’s kind words! I can’t quite explain how amazing it has been to get so much support and to have raised so much money for such a great charity.

At the end of my 12 miles and end of Week 14.

I can’t wait to see the Headway team at mile 6.5 outside the De Vere Hotel, I will take with me thoughts of the wonderful people I met at Headway West London and all those from stories I have read from brain injury survivors. These people have learnt to thrive after brain injury so what’s a marathon compared to that?

I’m still super nervous about the day, anxious to get it done, excited to do it and cannot wait to cross that finish line. Lot of emotions already.

Not long now…

Until next week.

Siobhan x

I’m running the London Marathon to raise money for Headway, the brain injury association. You can sponsor me here:

To find out more about Headway and what they do visit their website here.