September saw me taking on two challenges, Pretty Muddy and the Glasgow Half-Marathon.
For Challenge 12 it saw my mum, sister and I crawling through mud in Bellahouston Park in Glasgow for Pretty Muddy. Over a 5k distance there was a number of different obstacles including climbing under and over things, having space hopper races, dodging swinging things and rolling down hills. The finale saw us climb up a giant slide, then down the other end into a pool of mud. You can see from the pictures we were disgusting by the end of it, but we had a great laugh taking part!
After Pretty Muddy I was hitting the training hard for Challenge 13 – the Great Scottish Run, Half Marathon. This challenge has been the one I’ve been pushing to the back of my mind as it is the one that has terrified me the most. I have never run any further than 10k before, so running 21k (13 miles) was a scary thought. Even the training has pushed me to my limits and I really had to dig deep out running in the rain and colder weather.
On the day, unfortunately the weather was awful. I was soaked and freezing before I had even crossed the start line. I inhaled a packet of jelly babies – apparently, they are a good sugar hit!? – and went on my way from George Square, up St Vincent Street. The atmosphere was great at the start but as we crossed over the Kingston bridge the weather turned and it was pouring down. I kept going with my friend being a cheer squad at Pollock Park, as I crossed the 7 mile, half way point, but I really struggled after that. I had pushed really hard at the start, which I later found out is the worst part to push as it is the hilliest! I had another couple of cheer squads along the way then it was down to mile 11. By this point I was running and walking, anything to just keep going!
A few people asked me about the challenges and the charity as I went past, because I was wearing my t-shirt. So that kept reminding me why I was doing it. My phone also kept buzzing as I kept receiving donations on my way round. I really had to dig deep for this one and felt quite emotional on the way round. My gran would have thought I was crazy for doing it, but I know she would have been cheering me on! As I made it to the finish line I felt a great sense of achievement as I took in just how much I had done that day. I can’t say I am rushing back to do another one, but I’m not hanging up the running shoes quite yet!
Only 4 more challenges to go – and thankfully no more half marathons!