That was the message on the front of the magazine that landed on my doorstep this week.
It was from the organisers of the Virgin Money London Marathon and it is quite a nice way to be told bad news. Obviously, I didn’t even open the cellophane before slinging it in the bin in dismay.
To be honest, when I found out that my brother-in-law had been unsuccessful in the ballot too, I wasn’t overly disappointed to miss out. (Well, at least when I got over the indignity of being rejected!). The biggest appeal to me was for the event to be a big family day out to once again celebrate the fantastic event. I’d have been happy if Matt had got in because I could have taken the kids down and had a terrific time supporting him to complete such a great challenge.
So we have quickly returned to the drawing board and Paris is an attractive option. Me and Mrs G love the city and the prospect of doing the marathon would be great …. but would start to get pricey with hotels and travel on top of the 100 Euro entry fee. It remains a good second option but this evenings thinking is that the Brighton Marathon becomes Plan A. It looks like there may still be plenty of charity places left but Heart UK, which is my usual charity, is not represented. But I think a different charity has found me this time.
A few years ago, my best mate committed suicide. It was completely out of the blue and he left a beautiful young family behind. I don’t feel like I have ever dealt with what happened, I’ll never understand it, and I don’t think anybody else will. I have learnt that people carrying a mental illness aren’t always as easily identifiable as people with other illnesses. You can never truly tell what is going on in someones head. But there is work that can be done to raise awareness and provide support for people struggling to cope with any worries that are getting difficult to deal with. The moment I saw that Mind was on the charity list, I felt the rush of emotion that I’d need to train and complete another marathon.
I’ll give it another day or two to sink in and make sure that any decision I make is the right one. But as it stands, maybe missing London will be a good thing and, perhaps I’ll be doing the Brighton Marathon for my friend and his family.