For those of you who don’t know, next year I’ll be running my second marathon.
I say those who don’t know because I’ve been banging on about nothing but running for the past 4 months. With good reason I might add.
A friend of J and I’s recently said it’s not the marathon that is the hardest part, you could do that tomorrow. The training is the hardest thing.
However, it is a means to an end. It means I need to do it so I can put an end to ever running again.
5 years ago I did my first marathon and put my body through the ringer. Seriously I was fucked but it was all my fault, I didn’t train right blah blah blah I’ve been through this in a previous blog.
The point is that person was right, no-one can prepare you for the training. There are days I’m feeling it but J isn’t, and days she is cruising like Mo Farah and I’m plodding like Big Mo from Eastenders.
The training can be hard and sometimes it is boring (trust me even I can’t talk for 26 miles) but we are bloody doing it.
The best part about it is we have each other. It’s really not very often that one doesn’t pull the other one through and we get to the end.
The reason I’m writing this is not to plug for sponsorship (trust me they’ll be plenty of that in the New Year) or blow my own trumpet, I’m just saying that there is never an excuse not to do something when the going gets tough.
Remember, the only time success comes before work is in the dictionary. Medal comes before both but unfortunately on this occasion I’ll need to do the work first again.
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