One foot forward.

As long as I can remember I have been a runner. I remember running around our neighbourhood from the time that I was about eleven or twelve. Back then I did it for fun. I would run the block, maybe about 3 kilometres and I thought that was a long way.

Then I began running to lose weight. Mind you I was about 15 and I was as skinny as a rake. I ran and ran and starved and starved and got myself down to about 45kg. Dangerously underweight and sick. That was not a great running journey right there.

Then I had the odd few years of running and walking and running and walking, just to pass some time with screaming babies and maybe trying to lose a little bit of baby weight. I still ran for the enjoyment of running but I never really had a goal in mind other than getting back home.

Then a few years ago I took up running again to clear my head and to get fit and because I love it. Running makes my mind free. It gives me the time to think and the motivation to keep going. It challenges me and gives me a goal. Anyone can run if you have feet and legs.

Last year I trained really hard and ran my first half marathon. That was 21.1km. It was hard. A lot of training and a lot of time spent out running the streets, sprinting, going to the gym etc. This year I decided that my goal would be to run a full marathon. A full marathon is 42.2km. It is a long way. It's going to hurt. I have no idea why I want to put myself through that kind of pain other than what a great goal to have!

I am in the fourth week of training and my mind is already playing games with me telling me that I can't do this.

I can do this.

It will take so much time and energy and adequate training and not to mention adequate eating. I have to try and get it right. Things will get in the way. I have to juggle working four days, raising three kids and looking after a house with training at least four days a week for at least an hour almost each day.

So far I have been hit with a bad cold and now I am possibly facing another onset of a cyst that has returned that may require some surgery.

I need to believe that I can do this.

I need to do this for me.

It won't be the end of the world if I can't do this, but wouldn't it be great if I can?

If you believe in yourself you can achieve anything.

Do you like to run?

What keeps you going?

Have you got a goal like mine?

Are you as crazy as I am?