So, today in London, it feels like it’s about 35 degrees C. It’s probably not, but firstly I’m Scottish and therefore completely not used to hot weather like this and, secondly, I do have a tendency to be a bit on the dramatic side…apparently. So when I exclaim to everyone within 50m of me that ‘I’m absolutely boiling!’ I should probably say that I’m a little on the warm side; but then again that wouldn’t quite convey the extent of my discomfort. 

The (hot) weather wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t have to run the London marathon next Sunday. The thought of running it in sunny warm weather is enough to make me feel a bit sick - if it’s hot on the day, will I pass out?? How do I know how much water to take on? I mean, you can take on too much, can’t you? Apparently people have collapsed from drinking too much on the way round the 26.2 miles. Another thing for me to worry about on the day - great! 

I’m at the point that I just want to do it now. My training was going ok and I was on track for a sub 3.45 marathon when injury struck. So for the past 6/7 weeks I’ve been running intermittently and doing spinning classes like my life (or maybe just my marathon time) depends on it. I thought at first I’d find spinning really boring but I’ve actually got into it (had to really!) and apparently I now need to get serious and get myself some ‘cleets’ so I can work my hamstrings and glutes more when I’m on the bike. And, of course, the idea of firmer glutes is something every girl wants so I’ll be running to the nearest shop as soon as I can! If the idea of firmer glutes wasn’t quite enough to keep me going back for more then the nice Australian teacher certainly is! As the very appropriate song ‘Let’s get physical’ plays on the system I start to imagine that he is winking at me and then has to come across to ‘adjust my saddle’. I’m quickly returned back to reality when I feel a drop of sweat run down my forehead and into my eye and I realise that spinning is one place in the gym where you don’t attract other people: my makeup, that I forgot to remove pre-class, is rolling down my face along with all the beads of sweat, my hair is stuck like glue to my head and neck and, probably the best bit is, I resemble something like a beetroot. Nice! 

Anyway, by this point you’re probably thinking: who is this crazy Scottish Londoner? So I’ll shut up now….but I do have one request: please pray for some cooler weather for me (and the other 40,000 runners) on Sunday! Oh and it would be great if it was dry too.

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