A Quick History of My Marathon Career…
this next marathon, I really want to get my progression back on track. To take back control. All of a sudden, I’m not a marathon beginner, I’m a veteran with no less than TEN under my belt.
I run, so you dont have to
this next marathon, I really want to get my progression back on track. To take back control. All of a sudden, I’m not a marathon beginner, I’m a veteran with no less than TEN under my belt.
You often know in the first mile how the race is going to go, first mile is 5.01, race will go well. We run a few miles up hill, but the wind is on our backs. The road levels out and I find myself picking up stragglers already.
I get to bed around 11pm, wake up at 6am on Sunday morning to snow and gales. Driving through it for 2 hours to get to the Trafford 10k, I give myself every excuse in the world to turn back. But it is either this race, or 25 miles on the treadmill. And this seems marginally less terrible…
I have a brilliant week, this week. Mondays are normally the hardest day for me. Walking around in a daze after Sunday long run. But this week it is the best day ever.
I am in pretty bad shape Monday. I keep moaning at work with the pain in my abs. I get told to shut it or I’ll get sent home, but it happens by itself. You don’t realise how much you need your abs until they hurt.
I’m lining up on the start line like a condemned man, in the warm up I could hardly break a 7min mile. And here I am, expecting to run 10 miles at 5.20 miling with teammate Tom, and then make our move from there.