Edinburgh has come and gone, all
over in the blink of an eye! scary really after 16 weeks of training where every run felt tough, then slowly as
the runs got longer they started to feel a bit easier and dare I say a little more
enjoyable. Having said that I was really pleased to be done with the 2+ hour runs.
I had set my goals for Edinbrough which were twofold:
a) finish time with 4 at the start
b) still have the desire to put my trainers on and run again
To help me enjoy the run I had created an awesome music playlist,
that I was really looking forward to listening too. It
was an interesting mix of songs that I love both listening to very loud and singing along to in my car very badly! I'd purposely not listened to music
too much in training and my long runs have
mainly been listening to podcasts to distract me so listening to my mix was
going to be a real treat.
Before my race, my training had really been
turning a corner, with dropping around 10kgs and actually enjoying my running, my speed has started to pick
up. So many people had started to question my seemingly soft target of a
4 something marathon.
Did I achieve my two goals?
Goal 1: Finish time was 4:05 ✔
Goal2: I really enjoyed the
first 22 miles my songs where awesome, each one was a joy to listen to not
quite singing out aloud but there was a lot of smiles, air guitars, air drumming and plenty of dancing hands.
The weather had perked
up which was brilliant as conditions at the start was awful, downpours and
heavy drizzle then as the start got underway the rain dried up and it stayed
dry for the entire run (despite the advanced weather warning!!) and finally the
crowds where brilliant out in there droves clapping, cheering and telling
everyone how brilliant they were.
But a marathon is 26.2 miles so
what about the last bit….. last 4.5(!) miles were tough, it felt like I'd been handed a piano and to run into a headwind all the way to the finish!!
There
were a couple of walking breaks but I soon started
running again. It helped to remind me that although this was tough, this was nothing compared with what Dad had to go through during his treatment. When his last few rounds of radiotherapy were well and truly kicking his arse (excuse the Bowel Cancer pun), he continued to get himself to the hospital have his treatment because he
knew that was what he needed to do to beat cancer.
I also remembered
telling him that his last few treatments were like the last 4 miles of the
marathon, tough but you know you need to carry on because you don’t want to
waste the first 22 miles…….
Eventually, I rounded the corner
and the finish was in sight, halfway down the white runway to the finish I
threw my hands in the air and even tried to smile a little!
I'd finished and yes I do
want to run again, but just not marathons!
