Ever begun something then packed it in because it was ridiculous? Not me. I’m like a human dachshund (incredibly stubborn and a little bit cute). I will keep going at all costs. I’ve stood through a Kate Nash gig, finished a useless university degree and had an iPhone 3 for four years. I’ve also drunk an entire cocktail menu because after some early indecision three drinks in, it seemed like a brilliant idea.
So it shouldn’t surprise anyone that once I throw my hat in the ring, I’m all in. And right about now you might be wondering what the fuck I’ve signed up for this time. Lately, I’ve run with zombies, swam through freezing waters, and committed to running through the streets of Liverpool dressed as Santa. Well, it’s even more foolish than all of that, combined.
You see, due to other things going on in my life that I’m not going to bore you with, I’m unable to plan anything more than five months in advance. As someone that is paid to plan for a living, this bunches my shorts in the cruellest way. But once I’m in the five month window, I’m like a Liberal Democrat at election time. I will commit to ANYTHING. So, in an endorphin high and what I thought was a moment of clarity but could actually have been a lack of oxygen to the brain, I registered to run the Paris Marathon.
The Paris MARATHON.
No really, I did. I am that much of an idiot.
But I’m going to give it a shot. Because, like I said, I’m stubborn. Besides, the French don’t like giving refunds. So, from here until April 6, prepare to hear me alternate between moaning, boasting and begging you all to forget I said I’d do this.