Only a month to go

By Alex Wellman.

ONLY a month to go and the finishing line of training is in sight.

Having tried dips, thrusts, martial arts and even a Nintendo Wii it is safe to say that nothing is better than simple running.

Knowing a wedding had to be attended in bath this weekend, the pavements of north London were revisited after a two-week hiatus.

The intention was to get the work in early that would otherwise be missed while I try to pull the chief bridesmaid.

A number of late nights had forced me to take my run later than usual so with this in mind the route was changed to allow for more street light.

Knowing what I know now, such a thing will never happen again.

Running down Barnet High Street as drunken revellers queue up to get into a grotty pub is not the boost to self esteem that a runner needs.

Amid cries of ‘fatty’, ‘run Forrest’ and a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush I carried on.

Nevertheless the damage was done and I have reverted to incognito runs in the early hours.

Despite the harassment tying the laces on the running shoes brings forth a sense of resignation but untying them after the run there is little but pride.

The Flora London Marathon stands no chance.