Marathon

I’m done with being scared,
I might not be well prepared,
And my feet will hurt like hell,
And the rest of me will swell.
And my time will not be fast,
But the miles WILL plod past,
And I’ll make it to the end
YES, I’ll make it to the end.
For weeks I’ve been afraid
These are plans that aren’t well laid
I am not the type to run,
I’d prefer to have some fun.
But now the day is here,
I’m imagining the cheers,
And the folk who’ll call my name
Who will help me up my game.
I’m no longer full of fear,
Just an eery sense of cheer,
And I feel excited too,
This is something I CAN do.
Yes I know it’s really far,
And I’d rather go by car,
But I’ll make it to the end.
YES, I’ll make it to the end.

Tomorrow I am running (crawling?) the London Marathon for Beat, the eating disorders charity – a cause close to my heart. I’m a trustee of Beat, a recovered anorexic and have spent the last 7 years completing my PhD with the eating disorders unit at the Institute of Psychiatry. You can sponsor me here or leave your messages of support here in WordPress. They mean a huge amount to me and really will help me stick the course tomorrow so please take a moment to do so. Thank you! xxx