{"id":23474,"date":"2017-05-22T11:36:33","date_gmt":"2017-05-22T10:36:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pinkoddy.co.uk\/?p=23474"},"modified":"2021-09-18T17:13:33","modified_gmt":"2021-09-18T16:13:33","slug":"my-first-half-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/54.155.211.39\/blog\/2017\/05\/22\/my-first-half-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"My First Half Marathon"},"content":{"rendered":"

The day of my first marathon arrived and by this point I had it in my head that I was going to try. I had set my alarm clock early so that I had time to ice my foot again. As it happens I woke earlier than that so iced it even longer (please note I have since discovered not to do this and doing it all wrong – see next week’s post!). I started to shake I was so nervous – and yet disappointed as I knew the distance shouldn\u2019t have really been a problem anymore – it was the pain. My knee kept having the odd pain and that also really concerned me – but it wasn\u2019t quite enough for me to believe it was a real problem. My husband wasn\u2019t quite so convinced – it may be to do with the fact that I was yelling \u201cJesus!\u201d whilst trying to walk around the house after icing as it ruddy well hurt! He asked how was I going to do over 13 miles, if I couldn\u2019t even walk around the house? The answer was I didn\u2019t know but I was going to try. That if it got too much I could always pull out. As luck would have it the course started off by heading for my house – a good enough distance to determine whether to go home or carry on.<\/p>\n

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