Sunday, 27 March 2011

Going the distance

Today I ran my longest training run for the Paris Marathon, which takes place in two weeks' time.  Before this run, my mind was a whirlwind (similar to the way it perceives the whole marathon experience in general): Would I make it?  Would my knee hold up?  What if I threw up?  What if I passed out?  What if I hit the wall and couldn't take another step?  In the midst of all this mental chaos, however, the thought that trying and failing miserably would be better than skipping the run and pitching up in Paris unprepared, prevailed.  So with that settled, I was off.

The first twenty kays or so were a breeze.  The sunrise was spectacular; the scenery was beautiful; and a few clouds kept the worst heat at bay.  But then the party started.  My mind was still in its element: It motivated; it cheered on; it pumped out motivating mantras.  My body, on the other hand, hurt.  Big time.  My legs ached.  My pace decreased.  And the sun turned hot and nasty. 

I huffed along and managed to finish my run in 3 hours 10 minutes - hot, hungry and tired.  With one big lesson in the bag: A new found respect for the challenge I'm about to take on.  Forty-two kays on foot is tough.  Period.  Will I have what it takes?  I guess I'll find out soon enough.


  1. Well Done!! You're right, it is a huge challenge, and you've nearly got it done. On race day, you'll recall today and know you can go the distance :-)

  2. Thanks, Staci - hold thumbs!

  3. Your attitude and heart is right. That is most of the battle won already. You'll do this.


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