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….
Do you remember that line in the Baz Luhrmann Sunscreen song about your knees? “Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.” I’d never really registered the significance of it until the day, a few weeks ago, when my right knee “went”.
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.