February 9, 2012

elyima: Community Project - Messages for Sara

Any fan who gets to meet their idol knows what a huge moment that can be. You may only get a quick minute to express so much gratitude and admiration for their talents but it’s an amazing moment. I’ve been lucky enough to meet Sara Ramirez twice and believe me, it’s overwhelming. I’ve given her…

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November 2, 2011

Gay marriage to be legal in church in UK

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/religion/8863802/Gay-couples-to-be-allowed-civil-ceremonies-in-church.html

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October 8, 2011

I think i just had a heart attack when i read this!

http://www.wetpaint.com/glee/articles/sizzling-spoiler-will-brittany-and-santana-get-together-in-season-3-a-definitive-answer

Go read!

BIG HUGE SMILES ALL ROUND!!!!!!

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September 25, 2011

Bupa Great North Run

This Sunday i sit in the comfort of my parents kitchen being a good Glee fan girl with my t shirt and socks. Listening to Radio 2 and Elanie Paige’s musical show which make me very happy. This Sunday is far different to last Sunday - 18th October. Why? Because i was ‘running’ 13.1 miles!

Last Sunday was this years Bupa Great North Run. I ran for Cancer Research UK & ADRLF. It was by far the hardest thing i have ever done in my life. Harder than passing my driving test, harder than telling my parents/grandparents that i was gay & by far harder than passing my degree!

I got up at 7am, my running clothes were laying on the spare bed as i had already put them out the night before. There lay my multi coloured shorts (just incase i appeared on tv, i would be else to spot!) my white skin and t shirt, my Cancer Research UK vest, my ‘blister free’ socks and my all important trainers. Also, my heart monitor, just incase my body decided it wanted to have a heart attack i could keep an eye on my heart rate. I got dressed, attached my running chip to my laces and attached my running bag around my waist. In it i stored, one energy drink, 2 energy gels, my phone and an inhaler. It was time to go and meet my brother.

I met up with my brother at the train station to take us to the start in Newcastle. He gave me two safety pins to attach my running number properly. I had already used two ADRLF badges to attach the top half, so now i was all set. As we got off the train and walked to the start, i could feel all types of emotions running through me. In my head i knew i could do this, but my body wasn’t really up to scratch. For someone who has done very little training and i’m not exactly a size zero (which you can tell from the photos, but i’m not as big as the photos make it look), i was putting my body in danger. Anything from a minor sprain to a major coronrey was possible. I wasn’t unfit but i wasn’t fit enough for 5 miles nevermind 13.1 miles! Never the less i was determind.

This was for Rosie, my Brothers friend who lost her battle to cancer aged 22. This was for Al an inspriational and talented man who was taken far too quickly. This was for a woman i know who is dying of cancer, who has already lost her daughter and husband to this deadly disease. This for my Auntie Hazel who i never met because she was taken at age 16. This was for all those people who battled and have won & for those still battling. All these reasons would get me to the finish, no matter what.

Walking to the start line, we make a pit stop to the toilet, i think it was nerves more than anything. As we waited in line, the local radio station were playing random songs. They then annonced they wanted everyone to take a minute to think of the people they were running for and they playing the most depressing song i have ever heard. The longer the song went on, the more my eyes began to fill with tears and before i knew it they were rolling down my cheeks. Eventually, the song finished, i sorted myself out, we got to the front of the queue and we began to walk to the start.

The start was broken down into coloured sections. As i am so unlucky my colour was the last colour at the start. This means i was at the back of fifty four thousand people! After the red arrows had flew over the start, creating a fantastic atmosphere and the colours in the sky were amazing, the race started - so i was told. Being at the back of fifty four thousand people, we didn’t move! About twenty minutes into the race we evenutally started to make our way to the offical start line. After another fifteen minute, i took my brothers hand and said ” this is for Rosie” and over the start line we went.

I ran along side my brother for as long as i could, i could feel my heart pumping and it was properly screaming ” what the hell are you doing Lucy!” I ran roughly a mile with him before i had to stop running and go to walking and told my brother to go on without me. He is before far much fitter and slimmer than me, meaning he doesn’t have to drag a spare tyre 13.1 miles!

I started to run again and once i was over the Tyne Bridge i went back to walking. I was close to three miles and my body already hated me. I still had ten miles to go & my first though of how the hell am i going to do this came. I picked myself up, my ipod playing songs of Glee, Sara Ramirez and Lady Gaga and my thoughts turning to Al & Rosie i put one foot in forward of the other and picked up the pace and off running i went. My heart rate registered between 180 - 182 and before i knew it i was at 6 miles.

The heavens opened and the rain fell from the sky as fast as a rocket being launched into space. I slowed down my pace to walking again as the rain was falling so fast it was hard to see. I could feel something on my heel but i determind that even if i had to walk i wasn’t going to stop. I tried to walk and move my sock around as i thought it might of just moved out of place on my heel. The pain started to get worse. It felt like someone thought my heel was a piece of parmesan and they had attacked me with a grater! I had to stop and check what was causing the pain. Since i had ‘blister free’ socks on i didn’t think i would discover a blister when i looked but how wrong could i be! There on the inside of my heel was a nice big blister!

I started to walk again as when i tried to run the blister just rubbed more and walking didn’t course as much pain. The rain still shooting down, now making puddles you could call a childs paddling pool, i began to become cold. My heart rate had dropped to 160 - 163, i tried quick walking. That was when the thoughts of failing came back. I remember saying to myself over and over again ” i can’t do this”. As i looked up, the walk way bridge above me sported a sign that gave me the boosted i needed to continue. ‘Running For Rosie’ it read & i knew giving up wasn’t an option. I could work through the pain barrier and complete this.

As i approched the roundabout by my parents house, i think it was near the 9 mile mark there was a section of road called The Bupa Boost. As you went down this stretch of road, you were given jelly babies and people shouted your name and words of encouragment. On my ipod came the same song that gave me a boost during my bike ride. Grey’s Anatomy cast singing - How To Save A Life. It was the whole reason i was putting myself through this - to save lives. At this point i set myself milestones. First one being, when i get to the Rose and Crown Pub i can text my girlfriend and tell her where i am. I got there, text sent. Next task, to get to the bottom of the hill without falling on my bum. It was kind of disheartening when i was putting all i had left into finishing when a man with a fridge on his back ran passed me!

Bottom of the hill and i was still standing. My legs like jelly and i had one mile to go. Onto the sea front and my final task to myself was to simply finish. Walking down the last mile, i saw a girl being helped by another girl with her leg bandaged up and just like me, she was determined to finish. One of the volunteers on the sidelines said to me and some other people walking ” This is the Great North Run not walk!” I could of slapped him, i would like to see him do it! 800m mark and even thought i knew i wasn’t far from the finish i couldn’t help but think - is there still 800m to go! That quickly went to 400m and then to 200m and i started to run again. I was running across that finish line if my body liked it or not.

Finally i was there, i finished! Through the finish line and i saw my Mum, Girlfriend and soon to be Mother In Law by the fence. I walked to have my chip taken off my laces and up to get my medal. Off to find the family and first i see my girlfriend who tells me she is very proud and then i see my Mum who brought me my reward of my favourite Chicken and Mushroom pie.

Time for home and some rest and to tend to my blisters.

The next day i could barely walk. Three big blisters, one on each heel and one on one of my toes - painful to say the least. I finished the run in 3 hours 25 minutes and 10 seconds, which i didn’t think was too bad. So far i have raised about £170 which will be split between Cancer Research UK & ADRLF. I can’t say i would do it again, definately not without training but i do plan on continuing raising as much money as possible for ADRLF.

However, for the time being i am going to let my muscles and blisters recover before contemplate my next challenge.