Last night I watched a TV programme about Eddie Izard. He’s a now middle aged (sorry Eddie if you are reading) transvestite comedian who has run 27 marathons in Africa to commemorate nelson mandela’s 27 years in prison and raise (over £1.7m) for sports relief. Sport relief is a charity where sporty types raise money to support amongst other things children in severely disadvantaged environments over the world.
I like Eddie because he’s funny and when I’ve seen him interviewed on TV he seems intelligent and compassionate when he isn’t being funny.
I found watching Eddie’s journey as he ran these marathons inspiring. Why? Because it was obviously hard work and at times he looked fed up and grumpy. It just made me feel more like I could do it ( a single marathon) than I would if I’d been watching a sleek young effortless athlete.
Round about February I seemed to loose my metal focus/drive or whatever and I haven’t run much at all since then. I’ve been on a few walks and ended up gawping at the flood damage from December.
The second bridge is on the farmers land near our house and after over 100 yrs succumbed to this. The first, over the Ribble, is about 20 ft over the water level in this picture, but judging by the debris in the supports had water flowing over it.
So after watching Eddie I thought that I really should get out. I did. just 5k, slow. Muddy underfoot so trying to avoid my legs sliding in opposite directions! It the bath afterwards I was aware of the sense of ‘post run satisfaction’. It was nice to remember.