It was a beautiful morning with around 13,000 like-minded lunatics who couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday morning.
Up until that point my longest run had been 18km about a week or so before, and I spent the last few days before the run ‘tapering’. Adding to the psychological challenge was the fact that my Fitbit was a little inaccurate – it was quite demoralising for my Fitbit to be approximately 700-900m AHEAD of what the official distances were – this might not seem a lot, but believe me at the 19/20km mark it hurt!
It is possible that the officials have the wrong distance, but I assume this would have been picked up by now… although it does happen!
I didn’t complete it in a great time (>2:20), but I completed it, and that’s the point. I felt an amazing sense of achievement, but at the same time I realised that if I wanted to complete the 42km marathon, I would have to run it again… straight away.
I won’t tell you what I said when I realised this, as this is a family blog, but needless to say, the size of the challenge was not lost on me.
Add to the mix, the fact my my right knee in particular was incredibly swollen from old rugby injuries that were never remedied.
The question now is: Is it worth pursuing the marathon at the expense of my knee…
I’m going to give it some serious thought. I genuinely enjoyed taking on the challenge of the half marathon, although I can’t say I really enjoy running. Rather the point is I proved to myself that I could do something that even 3 months prior I wasn’t convinced I could do… and that was the purpose of taking it on.
I’ll keep you posted.