Monday, 25 February 2008

And I thought childbirth was hard...

What on earth am I doing ? What possessed me to enter the bloody marathon ? Was I out of my mind ? I have always been one of those sensible people who abide by the rules, walk in corridors, don't go off piste, eat my vegetables...

This week I have run 28 miles. I eat, sleep, talk, dream running. People cross the street when they see me coming because I am soooooo boring about the marathon. People delete my e-mails without reading them in case I'm asking for money.

This week I had a tortuous sports massage on Monday, which had me shrieking in pain. On Tuesday I rested as I couldn't walk. On Wednesday I ran 8+ miles. On Friday I ran 4+ miles. And yesterday I ran 16 miles. Yesterday's run was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. It was long, sooooo long, cold, rainy, tortuously slow and generally just awful. All I can say is that it tested my willpower to the limit.

Yesterday I seriously wanteed to stop, give up, go home and never do any sort of exercise ever again. There is a lot to be said for being a couch potato. My run/walk plan ended up in a run/walk/walk/walk/run/walk/walk/walk. My confidence hit the floor.


Today I am on a recovery day. I am hoping to recover a little bit of confidence for tomorrow when I have to get up at 6 am and run 4 miles. Oh God.

2 comments:

Karen said...

Hi Sarah - this weekend was a BAD running weekend for everyone i know... So you were not alone and you DID your 16miler! So well done you!

I did a horrible 10k training run, a friend pulled a calf muscle, another friend died (not literally I hasten to add) doing the scottish x-country championship and then had a nightmare bike ride and another friend who is doing the London marathon got 4miles into her 16mile run and everything was hurting so much she had to stop! So congratulations on your strong mind and excellent will power! Good luck!

Karen said...

Ooops I seem to have written a bit of an epilogue there... sorry!