UK: Taking it step by wobbly step
A big decision faces me this week – one that might mean I have to go against everything that I believe in and which brings me such joy: I might have to start wearing flat shoes!
I’m a consistent high-heel wearer – the higher the better – and my feet have moulded into the perfect stiletto position.
However, with all this training, I feel my body may have progressed into being a finely honed and tuned machine, so one slip and I may be out of the run.
I’ve tripped over in my heels a couple of times this week and slightly twisted my ankle, and I’ve really noticed it during my training. I’m so glad that the Emirates is circular, as it’s particularly painful when I’m turning corners.
Stepping down to raise the funds
For a few days I will have to step down to normal height – although my office reputation for high heels may spark some conversation about why I’m suddenly four inches shorter and will give me the opportunity to nudge people for fundraising.
My broken body and spirit is convincing more and more people to sponsor me. They’re coming to me now to ask for my online giving page address – I must look awful!
Only a few more days of putting myself through this – come on!