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Simon Gee
I'm sorry to bore you all, but I just had to share my news with you. I've got a place in next year's London Marathon, and it's all because of my AVR. I took part in the event last year, six months after my op, and said 'never again - it's unnatural!' I had to walk a fair bit of the way, but I was so proud to have completed the course, and I raised £1700 ($2600) for a British Heart charity, so I thought I could put the marathon experince behind me.
But time does funny things to the mind! I imagine it's like childbirth in that you forget the pain after a while, and I've been brooding on whether I could run another marathon and manage to keep running the whole course, beat my time of 5½ hours - the male competitive streak. I haven't even run much since last April as I damaged my knee and took a long time to get it sorted. But I still sent off an entry in the summer, confident that I would not get through the ballot and actually get a place. But I have, and now I don't know whether to laugh or cry!!!
So wish me luck as I set off down the road to fitness again. All those lonely winter evenings and weekend mornings when I'll be staggering around our village, my face as red as a beetroot - at least I provide a bit of light entertainment for the village teenagers as they hurl abuse after my puffing figure! I'll use this opportunity to raise funds for another heart-related charity, probably the British Heart Foundation as they put so much into research over here, unless any of you have a better idea?
Simon (aka puffing billy)
But time does funny things to the mind! I imagine it's like childbirth in that you forget the pain after a while, and I've been brooding on whether I could run another marathon and manage to keep running the whole course, beat my time of 5½ hours - the male competitive streak. I haven't even run much since last April as I damaged my knee and took a long time to get it sorted. But I still sent off an entry in the summer, confident that I would not get through the ballot and actually get a place. But I have, and now I don't know whether to laugh or cry!!!
So wish me luck as I set off down the road to fitness again. All those lonely winter evenings and weekend mornings when I'll be staggering around our village, my face as red as a beetroot - at least I provide a bit of light entertainment for the village teenagers as they hurl abuse after my puffing figure! I'll use this opportunity to raise funds for another heart-related charity, probably the British Heart Foundation as they put so much into research over here, unless any of you have a better idea?
Simon (aka puffing billy)
