The training had been going well. I'd lost a lot of weight and got some good runs in. Perhaps some more hills would have been good but I was bang on for my target to break last years run of 5 hours.
Then the sickness. This serious limited my running in the last few weeks but I could probably write this off as a full on taper. The important thing was that I was better.
In reality I'm not. It is a cold day and I struggle to decide what to wear. Once going I know I will get hot. In the end I go for a beany, gloves long sleeve running top and PWR vest. I go with shorts and long socks. Footwear I go for my trail shoes.
The first 7 or 8 miles aren't too bad. The trail shoes are a good choice as I smash my way across the terrain. Somewhere around mile 9 I realise things aren't good. I feel weak and I am coughing. I just don't have the grunt.
Half way takes for ever to arrive (when it does I am only down 5 minutes from last time but I am shot) I am doing lots of walking. With around 16 miles to go the game is up. I effectively walk the rest of the marathon. In the middle I have some real dark times with so much walking to do and feeling so weak. It is freezing cold and the wind is gale force. It is a mental battle to keep going. I am tempted to DNF but somehow I keep going
With about 3 miles to go I regain some cheeriness and start messing around. I sing "The hills are alive with the sound of music" I ask the marshals if they mind waiting around while I do another lap.
At the finish I even do a full tilt sprint for a laugh. The crowd is confused. Here is someone coming in with the walkers and slower runners but at a pretty fast sprint.
If it was the first time I had run this marathon then I would have thought I wasn't good enough. But I have done it before. I know I am stronger and fitter. But when you are sick. Even still it is unlikely that I will run this marathon again any time soon
26 miles 5:40:00
Saturday, 27 October 2012
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