I’ve decided I’m finally doing it.
I don’t want to write too much about it yet, as I’ll be fast turning into the all talk and no running type marathon runner. Yesterday I was supposed to be in San Francisco for the Nike Women’s Marathon, clearly that didn’t happen. As much as it was the right thing for me to do, I gained absolutely nothing by paying for entry and not showing up to race. Not cool.
I’ve been toying with taking on the big one for ages and ages and ages, but I think it was the poor preparation in the lead up to my last race that’s finally made me change my mind. Potentially that doesn’t make a whole load of sense, but instead of crossing the finish line and wanting never to do it again, I really wanted to do it again, but properly. I could’ve done so much better, and I need to prove to myself that I can do so much better.
So this time I am doing it properly. It’s still 24 weeks until the Paris marathon, just under six months. I already have my training plan up on the wall (it’s A1 sized!) – there’s 6 weeks of not running further than 5 miles, with lots of yoga, swimming and strengthening, before kicking into 18 weeks of the ‘proper’ marathon training. Last time, I was terrified by a plan that from the beginning was way beyond my ability. Paris’ plan starts off slowly, gradually building up to running consistently (consistency and doing it properly being one and the same thing). I’m scared of course, but this time I genuinely feel it’s achievable. The biggest problem I will have is actually doing it. Bit of an obvious statement, but I am easily led astray, both by myself and others. They’ll never be a better time to remember this…