Next Saturday I turn 35. I do not have a salary, a proper job, a house, a baby, a boyfriend, a pension or a clue. I’m not even really sure how I’m going to pay my rent next month. But I do have legs, and I can run!
To celebrate turning 35 and to improve on last year’s birthday, which was really shit, I have decided to set myself a challenge. I am going to run my age.
With the help of some lovely friends and race support provided by my superhero sports massage therapist Six Seconds High, on 26th July I am going to run from Royston to London via Ware, and even if it takes me all day, I am going to win.
If you fancy running a section of the inaugural Rhalultra with me, drop me a line @Rhalou or meet me at the finish line The Faltering Fullback for a post race pint. I aim to cross the pub threshold before 3pm.
I love you in secret special ways.
#Rhalultra xx
I took the photo of you and the 2 guys as you were running around the Tottenham area. It didn’t occur to me to get your email address to send it to you. If you send it to me (mine is sharkbait2005 at gmail dot com then I’ll send it over.
Hope the run finished well & happy birthday.