What do you do when your first attempt at a marathon was so delicious in every way that the second time around is never going to live up to the pain, the dedication, the journey and the joy?
Despite a much sought after ballot place for London being in my possession, I just cannot find the passion to train for this thing in a way that’s going to mean I’ve done the best I could have done.
Scared I’m on the verge of wasting a precious opportunity, I have only five weeks to try and salvage my training. A whole month of lost mileage, angry knees and sore glutes has passed and I am left with a seriously damaged belief that this is even possible.
26.2 miles is a terrifyingly long distance at this point in time, but it is LONDON. There is no way that this isn’t happening.