if I can do it, so can you (maybe)
I often contemplate why it is that the marathon is so compelling, magnetising, for so many people. I think, for me, it is those conversations you are forced to have with yourself in those last 6 miles. Where everything is stripped back to you, and your most authentic voice. Have you really got what it takes? Do you really want it badly enough? Is your ‘why’ strong enough?
A very uneventful few weeks, dominated by toothache. A crown I had put in a few months ago is pushing another filling down onto the nerve and causing a lot of pain. One Tuesday I was at work and it was so bad that I remember cutting my thumb with a saw, and that pain being a relief, distracting me from the toothache. Exhausting level of pain, an scary. One morning my little girl was doing her cutest level best to cheer me up, and she couldn’t get so much as a smile out of me. It is sorted now.
Tuesday goes great, I am flying in training and very happy with myself. Wednesday goes badly.
It is that twilight period for me where; I am out of routine, getting up late, going to bed late, gently fading into mediocrity, and loving it…
This week I have been mostly enjoying: extra 90min in bed every morning beer with dinner when I feel like it pint with mates after work walking down stairs like […]
I promised Nina I would not be running at all this week. I have booked the period off work, and we are looking forward to pure family time. But something is wrong with me. I’m just not tired enough after London Marathon, my legs don’t ache enough…
