This week has been the first ‘proper’ week of training for marathon number two. Or really, it’s been the first week of trying to get the love for running back.
I’ve really felt the pressure recently and have dreaded running. This is absolutely not the point.
Last marathon training cycle, I was running away from something. I was using the runs and the structure to cope with heartbreak. I really enjoyed the entire four month process, but I also needed it.
This time around, I am happy at the start of it all, rather than hoping to discover happiness along the way.
As an amazing friend keeps reminding me, we run because we love it, because we enjoy it. If it’s not bringing us joy, then something has to change.
I’ve been running a while now and I know what works and what doesn’t work for me.
I don’t like running before work, with a rucksack, or on trails, and I often struggle running with people much faster than I am.
I love running in the evenings, along the Thames, at the track and I know which of my running buddies suit my pace best.
I’m not going to put pressure on myself to train in a way I can’t achieve and I’m going to do lots of the other things I like that aren’t running.
I want to try for a half marathon PB at Brighton the month before the marathon, but other than that, I don’t have a time goal for the race itself. Running 26.2 is enough of an achievement.
If I get to 15th March having had a good time for the past four months, having not got too stressed out and having successfully run my second marathon, I will be proud with what I have accomplished.