I made it! Despite a knee injury, a sudden influx of blisters a few weeks back, and only having run 18 miles in training…. 2 months ago (timing has never been my strong point) …. I can finally say what I was seriously doubting I’d ever be able to – I ran the London marathon! I got round the course in 4.47.32. And while I’m not going to be setting any world records any time soon, that was good enough for me. Here’s what I learned about getting through 26.2 miles in one piece….
When I first got a place in this year’s London marathon I had such high hopes. I was going to strength train for the first few months to lay down strong foundations (like the pros) before emerging in Jan a lean, mean running machine ready to start smashing the miles. I was going to document my every run and kelp-infused protein shake with stylised Instagram snaps and witty one-liners. I was going to write a stream of blog posts so informative they’d go viral in Japan. I was going to obtain that other-worldly marathon runner air (think Cate Blanchett in Lord of the Rings if she was talking about split laps instead of orcs). I was going to, I was going to, I was going to…
For some months I have been harbouring a secret. I’ve been scared to utter it out loud because I know it will cause no end of pain, anguish and tears. (Mine). To quote that great 21st century philosopher Mel C: ‘Things will never be the same again.’ Or at least not for a few months.
But I can’t live a lie anymore. So here it is. My secret. In 292 days I will be running the London Marathon.