Thoughts on running..
The London Marathon. An amazing event. I have run it twice 16 and 18 years ago, I have to work quite hard to remember a lot of what occurred in those years but the marathons are vividly clear. How I felt throughout training and all around the actual days is at my disposal any time I want to reflect. Etched in my memory.
The greatest gift I got after completing the first one was the absolute conviction that I could now go through my life and have a go at anything I set my mind to. Until that point I had managed to start and not finish many projects, schemes and plans. I had not considered the impact of giving up or what it represented.
Once I began training and started to raise sponsorship I knew I had a responsibility and that quitting was not an option. At last I was taking a 'project' and myself seriously. And I could have quit many many times!
As I crossed the finish line I realised it was not just about running, my mind had got me round the long miles. My legs followed. That was when I realised I was way more capable than I had ever given myself credit for.
That is the gift an endurance event can bestow. Challenges that push limits and test will. If the training has been done then the body should respond, it is all down to the mind and dealing with the tricks it can play.
Today many marathon runners will have questioned their very knowledge of themselves, their sanity and reason. They will answer those questions and develop a new self awareness. This ridiculous event and test of ability offers a reward not matched easily. The crowds, support and comradeship is a collective energy that connects all the 30 odd thousand runners and all those involved with them.
For a brief time the runner is special, earning a respect from strangers who are genuinely pleased for them for what they have achieved.
Amazing.
When I participated I was a housewife, I was looking for some kind of challenge that would give me some meaning outside motherhood. I was lucky enough to have plenty of time for training at reasonable hours of the day.
Many participants work the full time 12 hour day and motivate themselves to train at hideous times of the day. That is the marathon. Training in all weathers through the long winter with limited time. Sore tired legs stuck statically under a desk all day longing for a stretch!
Running can be an addiction. Any level. When people commit to training for a goal with limited time then one realises just how much is gained from running, how valuable it must be if it occupies valuable diary time.
Or no goal, running still offers escape, fitness, strength and space. Time to oneself to clear the head, think something through or just to 'be'.
I got addicted to the time and space. I decided to run a marathon to have an excuse to run more!
I completed The Yeovil Half Marathon 3 weeks ago and still love my running time. I may never do another full marathon now that triathlon has entered my life but running will always be a great love. As long as my knees hold out, great massage helps me recover and time permits I will be eternally grateful to my trainers for their support!
Well done everyone today. I have 3 runners I hope I can help to recover with time spent on my couch tomorrow. Awesome.