if I can do it, so can you (maybe)
Monday morning, I am a daisy that has been crushed under a pile of bricks. Getting out of bed is herculean. I am sneezing and aching and everything hurts. I try to convince myself it’s all in my head. My head tells me to fuck off.
Brighton Marathon was not good enough. So this time, rather than do the sensible thing, I will do the me thing. And go headlong for London Marathon, all guns blazing.
What went right? Well, I finished, I ran the race 1 minute quicker than my spring marathon last year, and I didn’t shit myself.
What went wrong? …
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.
