And now: one final request. Let’s step up for water. On Monday 11th February, the #RunningDry campaign comes to an end. Before that happens, let’s each share a water tip and use the power of social media to spread those tips as far and wide as possible.
Since we arrived in America for our final leg of #RunningDry, we’ve been meeting so many extraordinary water heroes. Check out my Instagram feed if you haven’t already, to see our daily adventures. I’ve been struck, time and again, by the resilience of the people we’ve met: how they’ve come up with such creative solutions to their water problems, and are thriving despite it all.
Sunday is a big day for #RunningDry - we’re attempting what would have seemed impossible at the beginning of this campaign: 100 marathons in just 1 day. But I really believe we can do it… Together. For those who aren’t natural marathon runners (and I would count myself in your company!) here are 4 ways to make up a marathon.
Today is marathon 75: an epic milestone for the #RunningDry campaign. And also the day my doctors gave me the news I was hoping never to hear: I ran so hard I broke my leg.
What a week of runs it’s been… Not for me - I’ve been doing intensive rehab every day, checking in with doctors and taking care of myself as I fly from Cape Town to Sydney. But the #RunningDry movement has been going from strength to strength.
If you’ve been following me on Instagram / Facebook / Twitter, you’ll know that Marathon 62 was momentous. It ended with tears thanks to the multiple stress fractures in my right femur. I was told that if I continued running (or walking) on my leg, I would never run again. That if I didn’t take a break, I would break.
This week we’ve been running through Jordan and it has been… epic. A dry desert country with surprising fruit groves, a combination of heartbreaking and inspiring stories all intertwined. I am still so deeply and profoundly exhausted, but this week has reminded me why I’m doing this.
Day 41 today - which means marathon 41, which means I have officially broken my own record. 41 marathons in 41 days. I wouldn’t have thought this was possible last year, the day after I ran 40 marathons in 40 days. And yet: here I am.
It’s been a beautiful, exhausting, illuminating week in India - and now we’re off to Hong Kong and China. Still running a marathon a day, now over a third of the way through my 100 marathons in 100 days… Phew.
We’ve spent the last week in India and what an extraordinary week it’s been… From Delhi to Bawal, Achrol, Nayagaon-Kisangadh and Raila, through Chittorgarh, Banswara, Dahod and Halol, meeting so many people along the way and hearing their water stories first-hand.
What would I do without my support team? I certainly wouldn’t be running 100 marathons - and I wouldn’t have made it to marathon 25 (today!) So I thought it was time to introduce you to my wonderful team.
I’ve had a lot of opportunity to think about what drives me - what people call grit. The thing that’s got me running through Uzbekistan and the Middle East and all these places around the world. The thing that drives me to push myself beyond what I thought was possible.
Wow, what a week it’s been! France and Italy, some deep exhaustion and some equally deep appreciation for this crazy journey we’re taking together.
Running along the River Thames and it’s marathon number 3. Today was very special because I was joined by Dr. Liz Goodwin of the WRI. She ran 12.3km with me to represent SDG 12.3 which is, of course, sustainable consumption and production patterns.
So I’m back in my hotel after running my first marathon of 100: the New York City Marathon. I’m just doing my stretching, and reflecting on this super crazy, amazing, long day. One marathon down, 99 to go! Here’s what it was like…
In the middle of the cappuccino colored sands of the Atacama Desert, with miles of dusty rock strewn ground stretching to the horizon, I sat beside the trail. I was exhausted. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I had given everything I had to my effort to run across 7 Deserts on 7 Continents in just 7 Weeks. It was a ridiculously ambitious goal for someone who was a self-confessed non-runner, and the reality of the whole thing was setting in with a vengeance.
People often express jealousy at the amount of travel I do. Between travelling to see potential and existing sponsors, talk to people and organisations about water, and give speeches, I’m often on and off planes. I’ve just arrived in New York City now, ready to begin my most epic challenge yet - in 5 days.
I was in the USA recently on a far-too-brief trip to do some publicity for one of my sponsors. That sounds so fancy now I’m writing it! Had you asked me even a year ago if I’d write a blog that says that, I’d just have laughed at you. But anyway – the daily disbelief of what I’m doing is the subject of other blogs.
I’m a bad eater. The docs think one of the (many) reasons I had a stress fracture last Christmas was because I had this thing called “REDs” which is Relative Energy Deficiency Syndrome in Sport. It’s a fancy term for something that seems to me to be pretty simple. I didn’t eat enough. Not that I didn’t eat the right things – I was religious about getting in my whole grains, veggies, beans and other protein sources. The problem was that I wasn’t eating enough.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to see my new massage therapist. He’s a man called Garry Miridis and, amongst other things, he used to look after Cathy Freeman. Yes – the Cathy Freeman.
It took me a long time to get up the courage to see him. He is, after all, a complete guru in the athletic world, with a reputation for putting athletes back together. I’m learning that the world of professional or elite sport involves lots of walking a fine tightrope between health and injury.