Converse toÂ this rather more methodical example, a couple of months ago I aimed to renew some kind of fitness drive. It didn’t really work out. And after about 6 runs with my shiny Nike+ running app (actually best phys app I’ve come across and I’ve tried a load), I returned to making excuses to myself. Culminating in yesterday’s brutal, arduous, painful, plain silly, tear-inducing trot around the countryside around Eastbourne. This was how not to do a marathon. Had this been a half marathon, no problem as at the 13.1 marker I was doing just fine. But marathons are inherently no walk in the park and not to be taken lightly. Yeah sure, there’s a sense of ‘aren’t I good, I can run a marathon without even training’. But 99% of the world could if push came to shove. I see it like this: If you thought that one of your loved ones was being held captive and if you didn’t complete the run that they’d die, then of course you’d bloody complete it. And no I don’t run the course thinking “SHIT – THEY’VE GOT THE GIRLS!”. But you’re picking up what I’m putting down, right?
One day on and I was quite proud of what I did. Two days on and for a second this morning I was thinking of signing up for next year. Weird innit.
5:13 is a poor, but then not surprising time, especially given that the organisers suggest you add 40 mins on to your regular time. But it’s another marathon down all the same. #6 for me. Next challenge please.
Update, 01.11.2012: Results are up, turns out I was in the top half of the field. 616/1299.