So you know, the original post I was drafting was a tirade-filled rant about how difficult it is to be an immigrant in the United Kingdom. Short is we made an in-person appointment (March 9th) to ensure that we would be seen and sorted and I could run in Rome. That’s now been taken away and things are beyond my control. There is nothing I can do as I have done all I’ve could.
So, Oxford Marathon is back.
For those who don’t know, this was my original plan for when we didn’t think we could get an in-person appointment. Deal is this:
1. I made a promise to run a marathon on March 21, 2010. I will keep that promise.
2. I will focus my rage and anger towards running said marathon, and raising funds for something I truly support and believe in.
3. I will remain positive. Oddly, I’ve had a huge amount of problem in remaining positive lately. The training has been, to say the least, very difficult. I knew going into this that the strongest issue I would have would be the mental aspect. Many people know I started running to deal with anxiety and I struggle with a “perfectionist nature.” Strangely enough being a poor runner doesn’t interfere with that nature as if you run for long enough you become mildly delusional. It’s like heroin only it’s beneficial.
4. If I get handed the absolute “NO” I will run this marathon through the city of Oxford and I want everyone to tell everyone about it. I’ll post a map, times, the whole bit. Best part is, I win because I’m the only participant.
Winning is good. It will be nice to win something.