Tuesday 27 January 2009

New Year, New You! (begging email 2)


Before I let you read any further, I had better inform those of you who had no idea that I was taking part in the London Marathon this year (or indeed that I was still alive), that I am taking part in the London Marathon this year! (and consequently..)

As I am sure you are aware, such an honour doesn’t come cheap. I have to raise £1800 of charitable donations, which means contacting everyone who I have ever met and some that I haven’t…

If this is the first you have heard of it count yourselves lucky that a) I considered it too cheeky to beg your sponsorship in December.
And b) that you are not hearing about this in April, when out of desperation I will be contacting people I’d really rather not have anything to do with but seeing as it’s for charity…:)

To those who have so generously coughed up already, thank you.

So, here I am, asking you to lend an ear to my plea and sponsor me on behalf of the Richard House Hospice. I warn you I may be rude, I may be brash, because marathon training is just too painful for niceties. And it’s not for me, it’s for the kids…

If you can’t be arsed to read anymore then just go to www.justgiving.com/katerawson now, give me your money and tell your computer that any future emails from me are spamspamspamspam. I warn you, I will be persistent…

New Year, New You!
OR
New year, New addiction!

Chocolate soya milk. Actually, not just soya milk, but oat milk too. And rice milk if I’m desperate. So long as it’s chocolate flavoured, and derived from non-GM sources.

I have given up all other forms of the cocoa devil after my boyfriend abandoned me for silicon valley mere days after present-opening-day, and left me to devour a whole tin of Celebrations by myself.
In my defense, I figured it was just another marathon training themed gift: money for trainers, watch to monitor my progress, spa voucher to massage tired muscles, sweet and sugary treat to replace lost carbohydrates? I started counting the Bounty ones towards my five-a-day, figuring the combo of coconut and protein packed Snickers was the ideal pre-training breakfast. Something had to be done.
December was HELL. Cold cold cold. Nevermind runners’ trots (I’ll save that for the next installment..), I had runners’ snots. And festive party hangovers.

January has been a bit warmer and last weekend I finally felt ready to run a half-marathon. I had it all sussed out- no alcohol, lots of sleep. Friday was a premature Burns’ Night celebration, so I allowed myself a sneaky dram. We toasted the Haggis and in return it fueled me along 13.5 miles of Thames towpath the next morning. I don’t know if it was the protein or the sheer wind power but I got home in under 2 hours, knocking 4 minutes off my 2 week old time for 12.5 miles, and I felt like wonder woman!

So maybe the cheeky sneaky choccie milk is not my new drug. Maybe running is my new drug (NB I am not a Drug Addict, just an addictive type of person.) You have no choice when you are long distance running but to relax, and give in to the inevitability of the next tread. Everything is positive and achievable. And when the golden sunset is reflected in a full pint of stout at a riverside pub, it is so beautiful, your body pumping, working just like it is meant to. Yum.

Actually. Truthfully. There is a rival for my affections…Guitar Hero 3: Legends of Rock. Scoring 97% accuracy and 76 consecutive notes on Sunshine of My Love surely constitutes a successful indoor training session.

So. You know what you have to do. Whether I have inspired you awe, or your sympathy. I do not have many rich friends, I am relying on quantity of donations rather than quality so I need EVERYONE to sponsor me! The minimum amount is £2 and I will be sooooooooooo grateful.

However, if you aren’t an actor/temp/subsidised individual, rather you serve a big multi-national conglomerate and can afford a nice round figure of a donation, then I am expecting great things.

Remember it’s not for me, (when WAS the last time Rawson bought a round??) it’s for the kids…

In fact I shall lead by example and hack into my boyfriend’s Paypal account right now.

If u are really bored, you can read a more factual (and less silly) training diary at katesjogblog.blogspot.com

Thank you, thank you and thank you again, kate x

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