When I crossed the 2012 London Marathon finish line I declared, “I will NEVER be doing that again”, yet this spring I found myself once again training for the London Marathon. How did that happen? Good question.
Having crossed the finish line in 2012 and hobbled home, I found myself watching snippets of the event. As the days went by my memories filtered into those of elation, I had completely forgotten about the six months of arduous training through the winter, and because of these warped memories I found myself entering the ballot for 2013 – after all, it’s a highly known fact that it’s hard to get a place, so it would be unlikely that I would get through anyway.
Much to my astonishment I got through and so began the training. Despite the obvious commitments made when training for a marathon, here is what they don’t tell you:
You will spend six months training through bitter winds, rain and snow all to be welcomed by glorious sunshine on the day, something that you haven’t yet run in and which is a completely different running experience.
Lots of tight lycra – I am certainly not living the dream with the high possibility of running with camel toe! I now have more running kit than regular clothes. None of this comes cheap.
When you are training in London, pedestrians are something you can never get away from and it’s not like you can just run in the road. They will walk out of shop doors right into your path at which point you can’t stop. Plus it takes more energy weaving through the crowds.
It is immensely boring!! There is only so much music you can listen to. I am lucky enough to train with a friend, but it still gets to a point where you see each other so much, you don’t have anything to talk about. Plus I have now run all the scenic routes in London repeatedly so there’s nothing new to see anymore.
Now I am talking about your nose, this will continuously pour throughout your run, to the point where you haven’t brought enough tissues, and have to keep reusing them until they are soggy – gross!
Aches and pains are a given, but once you finish the marathon, there is nothing to prepare you for the days of hobbling after, the sleepless nights and the torment of trying to walk down stairs.
Having completed the 2013 London Marathon, I can safely say that I will NEVER be doing that again. If it weren’t for the thousands of spectators taking to the streets helping by cheering me on and the support of my fellow runners I never would have finished.
All the pain was worth it for such a good cause though: www.sense.org.uk < please feel free to donate.