To say my training hasn’t gone to plan would be an understatement. The furthest I’ve run in the last few months is 15 miles, I’ve probably averaged less than 2 runs a week and ever since my knees started hurting in the last couple of miles of the Brighton half back in February, I’ve been confused as to how some runs can be awesome whilst others leave me crying in pain.
If it wasn’t for a brilliant run at the Berlin half a fortnight ago, the likelihood is I wouldn’t even be contemplating trying to attempt a marathon on such shoddy training. But it was such a good race and I’m feeling a massive confidence boost from how strong I felt throughout. I definitely finished with more to give… how much more that could have been I have no idea.
Having missed so many of my training runs, I’ve (sort of) made peace with the fact that running London isn’t going to be the speediest or most pleasurable experience. My knees will hurt, I’ll feel knackered much earlier than I would’ve liked and I may well have to call on the offers of help I’ve had from friends.
I was never going to set any records, I mostly just want to keep up my New Years resolution to always run happy. I’m going to try and remember this for as much of the race as possible. I keep going back to the feeling of how lucky I am to have a ballot place in one of the world’s greatest marathons.
The next two weeks are all about ensuring I am as well as I can be on race day. Being well rested might end up being my biggest asset – it sure as hell won’t be being well trained. Good food, lots of sleep, no booze and some gentle miles are in store over the next fortnight. Keeping calm in the face of growing hype all over my social media feeds will be enough of a challenge as it is.