Those who know me will know that I have 28 days left before I undertake my greatest physical goal ever – to run the Dublin marathon. For years I have been a regular 10K runner, mostly happy to do so but never going beyond that distance. Yesterday I went out for a run, just under 16 miles and cramp set in with a couple of miles to go – I had to walk. I think it was a combination of dehydration and tiredness that made it so bad but it hurt like hell. Thoughts flooded through my mind; would I ever make the 26.2 miles after this setback, what if I cramped up on the day? So much pressure, my goal to complete a marathon before I turn 30 and this, my last chance to do so! I’ve been training for months, trying to increase my distance and build stamina. Sometimes I have a great run, some days I wish I had never started at all. There’s a constant tide of emotion ebbing and flowing in my mind. I never thought before I set out on this path that there would be so much going on in my mind over a run. Sure, it’s a long way. Sure, not many people actually do it. Why so much pressure though? I have a time in my head, I don’t know if it’s reasonable for a first time runner but the thought of missing that time by a big margin is unthinkable – the personal disappointment, the private humiliation! Perhaps I need to meditate and clear my mind; I have another run tomorrow and I need to be mentally better before then. 28 days to go, that’s four weeks, it’s this day four weeks. The race starts at 0900, this time four weeks I’m running, I’m running for 3 hours and there’s still more to go…
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