A few weeks ago I packed my trainers and running vest and hopped on the train to Cardiff where I would be taking part in the 2014 half marathon.
If you would have told me a year ago that I would run
13.1 miles, all in one go, I would have laughed and quickly corrected your
mistake at believing that I could run that far. In a moment of heightened
confidence or boredom, I am not quite sure, I signed up to run the half marathon
on behalf of the mental health charity MIND. I committed to this challenge amidst
revising for my second year end of year exams. I think at that point anything
sounded better than sitting at my desk all day attempting to memorise the
histories of the Tudors, Stuarts and Victorians – even running a hell of a long
way.
