But this is the brutal Beachy Head Marathon. The first half is a bit up and down, but enjoyable especially in the Vivo Barefoots. The fast half is in around 2:10, but that's cool, I'm chilling and enjoying. There's been hills, but I've dug in and crawled up them.
I've a little pain in the left foot. The stony rocky paths are taking their toll on my left foot with the Vivo Barefoots. But in terms of a relaxed movement, the super flat footwear experiencing the surface is working well.
Then the second half kicks in. I had planned to run the whole lot, but suddenly sometime after mile 13, I have to walk, you can't run up this kind of hill. And that is how it continues for the next 13 miles. These hills are like nothing I have ever experienced. As a one of challenge, I'd struggle to run up a single one of them. As a series of about 10 at the end of a marathon????
It's all right though. Everyone around me is walking. And to be honest walking is a real struggle. We all battle on, encouraging each other on. We walk up the hills, and shuffle down the other side.
Eventually after much slogging there is a big downhill into the finish (we ran up it on the way out). I look and see the clock is a couple of minutes short of 5 hours. A nice round mark, but there's no way I can make it there. I say to the woman next to me
"Hope you weren't looking for under 5"
The marshall says, if you sprint you''ll make it.
I see the woman the other side of the finish and apologise for my idiotic comments.
I love running, but somehow this was different especially the second half. I'm proud of the way, I dug in and made it home. But it wasn't through running excellence, more by walking/hiking. Which is good, but I'm exploring the athletic envelope at the moment.
42km 4"59:50
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