In just over a week I will be able to call myself a marathoner.
I’m not sure how I feel at the moment. Shitting myself mainly (in both an IBD and non-IBD kinda way). Completely and utterly consumed is another feeling.
Over the gazillion weeks that the gorgeous Lee and I have been training, it’s constantly been on my mind.
What time to get up to get a run in before work, when to do the physio exercises, what I should be eating, where to run, is that distance enough, how am I feeling after 30km, how are my feet, why am I so tired, what do the blood tests say, do I need more iron, what am I going to wear, should I be faster, why aren’t I faster, will these shoes work, what should our pace be……..
……. Can I actually do this?
It’s so consuming.
Word on the street is that a marathon is life changing. I don’t agree.
It’s changed my life over the past few months by completely taking over it, but I don’t feel any different. Maybe in 7 days I will.
There's been no epiphany, no lightbulb moment.
The training has been tough, I know the run will be tougher. But life is hard, this is one day, granted there will be a fair bit of pain for a few days afterwards, but it is one day.
Life is hard, chronic illness is hard, daily pain is hard, single parenting is hard, bowel surgery was hard, weeks in hospital was hard, divorce is hard, ill family members is hard.
This, this I’m running with a wonderful friend for pleasure and I want it be a day that I look back on being great fun, hours to catch up and chat with spectacular views.