We do run, run, run...

Helen & John Munro..doing what they do best

It's that time of year again....and what little I care for Christmas, other than this photo which always makes me smile.. 

 

One of the best things about December however, is the 'Will I? Won't I?' and excitement about the Marcothon.  And once again I did.....

Link to the Facebook page and more info can be found here:  Marcothon Facebook

 

This year, to add to my challenge, I'm trying to write a wee rhyme each day, so my intention is to blog these too so that I remember when I'm old and stuck on the sofa..  I hasten to add that Keith Ainslie (who is the true poetry master of Marcothon) should be given all credit for his..... I'm just using the concept as a distraction while I'm running.

 

So far...

 

The day before...

 

Can't wait for Tuesday, no sir-ee

Another Marcothon for me

Early alarms and dark night skies

Needing a head torch to help my poor eyes.

 

A couple of months injured

Rehab and much rest

It's time to get out there

Put mind and body to the test!

 

With friends all signed up

And ready to run

One thing guaranteed

This is going to be fun!

 

Day 1....

 

It's day 1 of the Marcothon

3,000+ runners can't all be wrong?

Throughout December, in the daily grind

For 3 miles of running the time we must find.

 

The alarm went off at early o'clock

I can't just turn over or walk round the block.

The dog is poised and ready to run,

Knows when we get back, it's time to fill his tum.

 

The paths they were slippy

My heart missed a beat

It took all my focus

To stay on my feet!

 

Five minutes of trudge

Then endorphins kick in.

And for the rest of the day

Wearing a great big smug grin!

 

Day 2..

 

Day 2 brought with it wind and rain

Better than the ice tho which was such a slippy pain

S 4ish miles I'm soaking wet

But the weather hasn't got the better of me yet!

 

With Ainslie's poems he's off to a winner

I might try and keep it up but I'm just a beginner

Thinking of rhymes takes my mind off the dark

As I go running round Braco Castle park.

 

With calories burned I'm scoffing my food

My run certainly helped to brighten my mood

And with each new day the challenge to run

Hope that by Christmas there'll be a less wobbly tum!

 

Day 3

I saved my run til Thursday night

Out with the club, oh what a fright

My legs are used to a slow pace

But speedwork a must, to improve my base.

 

I spent the day in mindless wonder

Would I survive or would I chunder?

Mark had promised to be kind

But who knew what would be going on in his mind?

 

Driving home the rain was thrashing

Through the puddles we'd be splashing

Turning the dial up to Scotsman

Going to go running, because I can!

 

Arrived and met the hardy bunch

A steady (fast) run with a killer end hill punch!

We lost a couple on the way

But I finished another Marcothon day!