Well, that was a rollercoaster of a week.
It ended with me coughing like a fifty a day trooper, diagnosed as a chest infection and told by the GP to take it easy, not something I’m especially good at. The weather has been lovely and the garden is looking lovely again, but I’m giving it a miss. We’ll, I’ve taken a few piccies
Still my woes were nothing to the Vet’s. After covid cancellations and injuries, last Sunday was her debut marathon in London with 40,000 others. She was excited and we were too. We had it planned to crisscross the 26 miles and 385 yards to wave her own several times. There is this app thingy where you can follow her and despite anxiety about her recent knee strain she was rolling out miles at between 7 minutes 50 and 8 minutes. We secured a spot about 300 metres from the finish just near Buckingham Palace and waited to give a final cheer….
…only we didn’t. With 600 metres to go, on the other side of St James Park, she quite literally ran out of fuel. She fainted, her blood sugar beyond low. In one of those unlooked for but serendipitous situations her collapse came right by a St Johns Ambulance station and she immediately received the exact help she needed.
There were some moments of worry, of course. Several. But she was fine. Not fine soon enough that she could stagger to the end, but still, all we want is ‘fine’ really, with or without a finisher’s medal.
She knows she took on board all the recommended glucose and other boosters and fuelled properly before the start but the heat, maybe her speed and possibly an over effective metabolism that processes the glucose too quickly curtailed her day.
So near and yet… Happily she’s well but I don’t think she’s planning on another attempt. Maybe she’ll stick to halfs, maybe park runs.. And she raised nearly £3000 for the vet charity she works for. And her amazing friendship group went on eBay and bought her a winner’s medal…
Ah parenting; it never stops, does it? I think Dog understands the importance of just dogging on…