I’ve managed to rescue a few of my old blog posts back from when I was preparing for my second marathon – Liverpool in 2012 and thought I’d do a few Flash Back Friday posts over the next few weeks looking back…
– Shortly after this post the issues with my knees had flared up again and I was trying to put a brave face on it despite the nagging worry at the back of my mind whether I’d realistically be able to continue running in the long term.
I am a marathon runner – Budapest half review and less than 4 weeks to Liverpool Marathon.
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On Sunday I felt like a marathon runner again for the first time in quite a while, I’ve been desperately trying to cling onto that feeling. I AM A MARATHON RUNNER.
Budapest was hot, it was the hottest race I’ve ever run, it was also the most scenic race I’ve ever run, which came in as a handy distraction when the going got tough. It was tough for the first 14km but could almost be called enjoyable (yes it was measured in KM which didn’t help matters when all my training had been in miles in preparation for the Liverpool marathon – Luckily I realised that there might be a possibility that we would be running in metric before we left the UK and printed out pace bands for miles and KM just in case) However the last 7 km gradually deteriorated from tough to horrendous! Despite this I finished within a second of my target time 1.54.59, taking over 10 minutes off my previous PB – I feel a bit of a cheat when I say 10 minutes off my PB, my PB was set in March 2011 long before I started marathon training.
It was four weeks to the Liverpool marathon last Sunday and I marked the occasion with an 18 mile run – the furthest I’ve run since Manchester marathon in April. It wasn’t as quick as I hoped but I set out to run 18 miles and for the first time since April I actually completed the full planned distance of my long run! Despite a poor diet the last week and being incredibly dehydrated I battled on ignoring the voice in my head telling me to stop as well as my bleeding toe and blisters. – I’m exaggerating a little, the blisters weren’t really that bad and it took a good few minutes to locate the source of my blood soaked sock. The voice nagging me to stop however was booming out, I wasn’t going to cut another long run short. I was determined to complete the full distance despite being overtaken by old ladies and snails during the last few KM.
On Sunday I felt like a marathon runner again. I am a marathon runner