'Do, do do do, do do do...it's the... eye of the tiger!'

8 weeks, 8 WEEKS!

I’m fine, I’m not worried at all, fine, yep, fine, fine, FINE!

Actually, fine never means fine does it? Anyone who says they’re fine is LYING!  What they means is they’re angry or worried or scared or in my case FREAKING OUT!

It’s been a bad week for the running, after the 10 miles last Monday I was feeling pretty smug. Yeah I could run this marathon, I could totally do this, you know what, I could run it twice, hell I’ll sign up for an ultra marathon and run across the Sahara desert, where apparently it’s so hot your trainers melt every few miles and have to be changed!

Yes, I was smug. Smug smug smug!…But then Wednesday came around and I didn’t want to run so I went to see Tangled at the cinema instead. Thursday arrived and I dragged myself out, I managed 5 very hard miles. With every intention to go running again on Friday I wound up eating chocolate and watching movies. But Saturday, it was all going to happen Saturday!

On Saturday I woke up and discovered I have magic powers. It all started with a text to housemate. You see, housemate occasionally (weekly) enjoys a few beverages and returns home late, in a confused state insists on putting the heating on which makes the pipes bang in my room, waking me and turning me in to Mr Hyde, unleashing an unstoppable rampage of a crazy haired, drooling, grumbling monster.

So to prevent this transformation I text housemate and informed him not to turn the heating on in the middle of the night or face death by stiletto. Housemate obeyed but I somehow managed to curse the flat and when I got up in the morning, the entire boiler had died and now needs replacing.  As a result of this I only managed a measly mile long run. This was not the half marathon I was hoping for.

I attempted the half marathon again last night, I got to 6 miles and was going strong but then the plumber called and I had to return home. The boiler has still not been replaced and I smell bad! It’s getting toxic in Clapham, you have been warned! Stay away whilst you can!

I’m currently running to quite a mix of song, one moment I’ve got Baywatch blasting out and the image of David Hasselhoff running along side me and the next Florence is demanding I ‘run fast for my mother, run fast for my father, run for your children for your sisters and brothers, leave all your love and your loving behind you, can't carry it with you if you want to survive’.

But it’s the Rocky, Flashdance and footloose songs which are really seeing me through. Who knew 80’s classics were the way forward!

It’s only when I get half way through the Eye of the tiger that I realise I’ve been punching the air and singing ‘do, do do do’ to myself. I am so glad it’s dark in the evenings!

2 and a half weeks to the half marathon! I’m Scared.