Marathon Paranoia

Well I appear to have got a severe bout of Paranoia but having googled for hours tonight I appear to be normal especially for a first timer (first and last!).  Nerves are jangling now, I wake up in the night, if I'm hot then I've got a temperature, if I'm cold I'm going down with something.  I feel sick most of the time but I'm sure - I hope - this is just nerves.  I seem to be acutely aware of every muscle at the moment and every twinge sets me googling frantically.  I had been so worried about the start situation convinced I had filled something in wrong but tonight after hours of googling I have finally discovered that ballot place winners start at blue which is why everyone I know is starting at red!.  I was having nightmares that there would be all these long legged young women in there skimpy tops and shorts, nose clips and long socks . . . and me!.


Last Saturday, following the inevitable surf shopping, sighing and head shaking Andrew eventually got the message and we went 'marathon outfit' shopping.  We couldn't have got our timing any worse and hit Norwich at the same time as many thousand visiting Manchester City fans and another many thousand Norwich City fans.  As usual we were pushed for time, traffic was awful and parking was worse.  We ended up walking from one end of Norwich to the other the net result of this was:  a black top (I wanted white), a white sports bra (slightly too big and white because I bought it first wanting a white top?), a pair of very optimistic size 8 jogging bottoms and a 'running belt' that looks as though it came straight out of the Eastenders props department, market section! - I knew I would end up with a carrier bag, I rarely go anywhere without one why should the marathon be any different.  Anyway, Andrew has managed to change the jogging bottoms for me, the white bra doesn't show under the black top and the size is of no consequence at all - to be honest a hairband with straps would have done.  Not quite sure what I'm going to use to put things in yet but no doubt I'll think of something.

Went out at lunch time to do 3 miles - it was hard, of course it was, if I've learned nothing else I know now that whatever you set out to do it's hard.  The sun came out for me, the wind dropped and it stopped raining.  People waved at me as they went passed.  The lady at the end of the road stopped to wish me luck, I'm beginning to feel the love, there are lots of people willing us on, just hope I don't let them all down!.