I love marathon running, but at times it feels like marathons do not like me. Something always seems to go wrong, but what the hell, who cares? One day I will run a marathon where I smash out a huge PB - that day will be the next time I run a marathon...
I arrived at the start of the VLM 2010 with loads of missed training, a very sore foot and absolutley everyone telling me I should not run. Even my boss told me that if I hurt my foot more it would be self-inflicted and not to expect any sympathy. My last race leading up to the marathon was a half-marathon disaster - the pain from my foot slowed me to a not-so-speedy jog.
During the race, St. John's were very kind in tending blisters on my good foot, although did look at me a bit strange when I pointed out it was still a "race". Not that I was trying to hurry them, but there is a touch of competitive spirit in me.
I am not telling people to run with injuries of course - far from it - but I am either a typical marathon runner or just not right in the head. The London Marathon is special, and not just for a PB (that is a bonus). We should just run, and not worry if we are slow, not worry if we do not achieve what we set out to do six months ago, just run. So long as we get out there, do our best on the day and have enjoyed it at the end.
I set out to do 3:30 and managed 4:03, but three weeks ago I could hardly walk. So, in my mind, I have achieved something great.
Thank you Runner's World for the weekly training e-mails - I tried to keep to your plan. Thank you to the VLM and thank you to everyone who organises marathons for me to run - that is a feat in itself.