Karma: A double wind up

I did a post recently about my application for the London Marathon. If you want to have a look then here is the link. But in summary I didn’t get in through the public ballot but my friend (who I made apply) did. I found this all really hilarious. She knew I found this hilarious. I find it hard not to give immediate facial or text feedback. But….a big but (not my butt; rather a but but)….the plot thickens. I think she is a wind up merchant (other folk may call her a prankster)

A confession over coffee

I had coffee with a mate. It was this little birdy who tipped me the wink as to an ingenious wind up by said marathon running friend. It happened on Monday.

I told her the story of how I didn’t get into the marathon through a few fits of giggles as I still found it hilarious. So did she. A little too funny though. Once she had stopped chortling and snort laughing she said “I really have to tell you something”. with a little tap on the nose to indicate this would have to be a secret. As I am sure this exact situation has happened to many people, I think my anonymous blog fits within this category of secret…hopefully.

She calmed down and said “she [marathon friend] never got in. She found that photo on Facebook of the success magazine and sent you it to wind you up. She said to say that she was busy training for the marathon”


Yes…Exactly! The bloody cheek of it. So in reality whilst I found it funny she also thought it would be funny to give as good as she got. I think this is an example of Karma. It is a good example of a prank and I was definitely wound up from the back. But Karma is something that can continue. At the moment I know that she doesn’t know that I know. So…..

A double wind up

I waited a couple of days and on Wednesday I sent her a wee message. I mentioned in my post that I could try and get into the London Marathon through a charities. The way this works is that you apply, tell them why you think their charity is important (I think they all are!) and pledge to raise usually around £2,000.

My message went along the lines of this

“X [little birdy] said you’re training is going well. I had a message back from xxx [charity]. They asked me to submit a bit more and a plan of any fundraising events. So I got my mum’s pal to help and the team at work have also pledged to raise some dosh. I haven’t heard yet but will get the decision by next Friday. So I might get in!!! Are you up for some training. I might be a bit behind but can definitely manage a waddle”.

The response took a couple of days. Her response was interesting. Now I don’t know if she knows that I know. Or if we are at the point that she knows that I know that she knows that I know. This gets confusing.

I think she must know that I know. Only because she said she was already at 10k. Its a distance she will find not too hard but I doubt she is running at the moment as she prefers the gym and classes. So I am now waiting for the phone call promised for this weekend.

I don’t know how long I can keep this up but have a load of elaborate things planned.


The thing about Karma is that you really should try for good Karma. My wind up friend is great and this is something we will both find funny. She usually wins at the pranks. I will try my best but I also think there is another bit of karma to pay off in this situation.

So I donated a bit of cash to charity last night. The equivalent of the entry fee to the marathon. I will also put a little bit of money (not 2k certainly, but every little helps) each month to different charity things between now and the marathon. Hopefully that is my example of good karma coming out of a good wind up.

Photo by Bogdan Yukhymchuk on Unsplash : adapted by me on Canva

London Marathon Ballot: Ooh the disappointment

I didn’t get a place in the London Marathon 2020. I am so disappointed…in public. I even have a disappointment face for this. Secretly I am relieved and am inwardly doing a dance entitled ‘thank you god of running…that was a close one’.

If I was going to ever do a marathon it would be the London Marathon. I watch it every year and am always motivated to run (shuffle…waddle…jog) after. I even wrote a blog post on it back in April (here). Full of good intentions at the time. Intentions smentions…I think I did about one more run before forgetting the motivation for running.

What I did do, however, after a few (maybe more than a few) glasses of wine in April was to put my name in for the London Marathon Ballot. I also texted my, occasional 10K, friend and made her put her name in too. “It will be great” I said…”we should totally do this”.

This is from a person who doesn’t like to run. I can manage a 5 and 10k and have done these. Marathon’s seem a bit far-fetched for me. However I get that bucket list type feeling whenever I watch the London Marathon. There are loads of people who do it who have never ran before. So surely (my thoughts after wine) I could be someone who trains and then achieves it. On a serious note though I do find it inspiring and would love to be in it one day. If that reality ever strikes though I will be very scared!

I told my friends and family I had entered. There were eyebrows raised and comments such as “fingers crossed for the ballot”. They know me too well though and were hopeful that I wouldn’t get in. Hey…at least my name was in the game.

So you can only imagine my mixed feelings of disappointment and glee when this arrived through the door:

At least they called me a ‘runner’. That in itself is a life time achievement 🙂

I phoned my mum to give her the bad (cough) news. She shared in my disappointment with a wry laugh. I texted my running friend the photo above with the tagline “gutted”.

Move forward one day and this was the text reply from my friend:

Her tag line “FS”…I think she was swearing 🙂

Oops! We all knew that was coming. I actually feel a little jealous and hope she does it. She definitely will. So as a last gasp (god knows why but again I blame the wine last night) I have applied to a couple of charities. They have places you can get if you raise money for them. I doubt any will take me on. But who knows!

Next April if I am not at the sidelines watching then I am going to ban wine on the day of the London Marathon. I will probably apply anyway. It still is one of those bucket list things. If I ever get in I will (probably) give it my best shot.

Header Photo by Gesina Kunkel on Unsplash

Magazine photos: my own and my friend’s.

Getting motivated to get out running

I’m not a natural runner. I would probably be better described as a slow jogger…or wobbler. However there are two times in the year where my motivation peaks. One of them is on the 1st January (every year) and the second is when the London Marathon is on. So whilst I am sitting in my pyjamas figuring out what to do with my Saturday (I slept in late today; oh the joy) I am also pondering if that should include a short run (jog).

Getting off the sofa

To be fair this is the easy bit. Just shoving on a good sports bra and trainers (along with other clothes, clearly) does the job. Then my runs follow a similar pattern. I stick on the endomodo for tracking and head out. Motivation to do this however can be affected by many factors. Firstly – I am a complete fair-weather jogger. The exception to this is my run in January just to prove my intention for a fitness filled year. So if the sun is shining, if it is not too hot, if it isn’t too cold, if it is definitely not in the middle of the day when there are lots of people about and if it is not in the evening when dark then I am probably good to go. I realise this puts in place a lot of obstacles.

What can help is seeing other people running. I drove home yesterday after work and when I hit Stockbridge there were lots of joggers and runners about. Some probably training for the Edinburgh half or full marathon (or even the 10k / 5k) and some just out having fun. It also helps that the London Marathon is something I like watching. Its on tomorrow. Maybe it helps just for the fact that I can never imagine myself doing it but am usually pretty inspired by all those that do.

A goal, a plan

I wasn’t joking about not being a natural runner so I do need a goal. Both types of runner in my head are equal: those natural regular runners and those who don’t really like it, but like the acheivement. I am never going to regularly run but I do know it is part of my yearly fitness routine and so I am happy not to be someone who runs to order. I don’t envy those folk who do it to relax but I am impressed by them. So my goal this year is a 10k (the most I have ever done in an event and only twice). The Edinburgh EMF 10k was the aim but my training buddy had an injury so we are going to look at one a bit later in the summer. This wasn’t a disappointment for me. The run, if we did it (and we did two years ago) is basically running up to the top of a volcano (albeit one that has never been active for about 350million years) and then running down and round a lake. The hills in that race never stop although there are a couple of good downhill sections. It still makes me laugh when I think back to a runner (who looked almost as bedraggled as me) stating rather loudly ‘not another bloody hill!’. Arthur’s Seat is a beautiful part of Edinburgh but if you fancy visiting I wouldn’t recommend running up it.

So my plan. Build slowly on distance and don’t worry about time. I have two runs in at 3k over the last few weeks (I do yoga so that is my excuse for the infrequency of this all) and will try for 5k in the next few weeks. I don’t use the apps with the walk jog walk type advice, but this can often happen naturally. I also don’t worry about time as I know I will never be fast and hopefully I can always make it in a race without the sweeper bus having to pick me up. Whilst this is always a real fear for a jogger type person like me, race day does something to make you faster and I also think they are pretty relaxed about the bus timings. I did do a park run last year though and was pretty afraid of being last. I reconciled this in my head that day by considering that for some reason only the really fit folk of Cramond (a lovely wee part of Edinburgh with a beach, ice cream van in the summer and cafes) had decided to run along the beachfront; other sensible folk just walked and meandered with their dogs.


Ok Im on this. I’ve located my running pair of trainers and the boulder holder bra and I’m going to stop writing. Just do it….as someone once said :-). Cue the sweat, red face and the waddle.

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