• Day Nineteen

    I expected it to be a bit quieter today, as people were back at work or were travelling home. I was aware that, after the previous few days where I had lots of runners with me, I might have to readjust to running on my own again.

    So I was delighted when I met Kevin at The Palace gates this morning. Kevin told us that he used to look after his wife when she did ultra races, so he sympathised with Edd, as he knows it’s not an easy job!

    Philip started us off from The Palace again and we ran away up the hill.

    Kevin told me that as well as being back up support for his wife, he has also been doing a lot of ultra running, such as doing a 60 mile solo run on his 60th birthday, from Glasgow to Edinburgh, and running The Comrades Marathon in South Africa on a down year (the down year is supposed to be the difficult year, although as it is two back to back marathons over mountains both years are probably a bit tricky!), amongst others.

    After a while, Ian joined Kevin and me; Ian had run with me for a little way yesterday. He is a professor from Oxford University and is up in Edinburgh to give a series of talks for The Literary Festival, he also enjoys running and has done a fair few triathlons.

    The three of us jogged along companionably for a while, exchanging stories and chatting about training and different races. Ian had to leave after a while as he had to deliver his final talk at 9.30am and Kevin and I carried on together.

    By the time Kevin left me at about the 9 mile mark we had managed to put most of the world to rights!

    One of the interesting things I have noticed is that, almost without exception, whenever a runner is about to leave they will say that they are going to 'peel' off at the next turn (top or bottom of the hill). I love this expression; I don't know if it is a running term or if it is peculiar to running on the Mile but it is certainly very evocative.

    I had a few miles running on my own and I was pleased to see that I settled into a rhythm quickly and that the miles continued to tick by.

    After a while I saw Michelle outside the Scottish Story-telling Centre with Tom. Michelle has been following the performance on twitter and had stopped by to say hello. I was so pleased to meet her and we had a quick chat and a photo before I carried on my way, but the kindness of her visit and her words supported along my way for a long time.

    Zach (eldest son) also ran with me for a bit again today and we chatted about all sorts of nonsense as we trotted up and down the hill. Eventually he left to go and get a hog roast with his brother and my Mum and I continued on.

    After a short while I found myself thinking about my aunts and I got a bit emotional, but in a positive way! I am blessed to have a large family and my Mum is one of six sisters. There are three brothers too, so I have more than my fair share of wonderful, beautiful cousins. Growing up my aunts were such a positive influence; without exception they are all incredibly kind, generous, absurdly funny and up for a laugh. They are all different and have their own strengths but there is no denying that they are all amazingly strong women and are beautiful role models. I have so many funny memories of my aunts as I was growing up! I'm proud to be part of their family.

    With my aunts and my cousins in mind I easily made it to the end of my 19th Marathon. Like yesterday it felt easier the closer it got to the end, so I wonder how many more miles I could keep going for?!

    And for the first time since I started the marathons I was craving some junk food, so on the way home Edd and I treated ourselves to battered haggis and chips and they were DELICIOUS! Just what I needed!


    • 1. Aug 19 2013 8:44PM by Jennifer Woolsey

      You are doing such a good job , I am very proud to know you. My best wishes for the rest. What a star

      love xxxx

    • 2. Aug 25 2013 5:35PM by Heather Jones

      Hi Vicki - you are spot on - I 'peeled off' this morning at the junction of the Royal Mile with the Mound. It is a lovely expression. And whilst I myself have never had a deep fried haggis and chips, I think if I ever run another marathon again, I might follow your lead and have one!

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