Training was always a thrill and such a massive sense of achievement but their were plenty of time’s when it was just plan tough! I was fortunate enough to have a training buddy to help motivate me.
I googled beginners marathon training guides, training became six days a week and if I wasn’t running, I’d be cross training (working on my fitness with out using my running muscles). My long runs were always on Sundays, followed by Mondays rest day. I have several friends who had run the marathon so always took on their advice, if I thought it would help.
I spoke with my partner about the amount of time training would take up, checking he was happy to take on the extra childcare and chores when I was too tired. He knew how much I wanted to do it so was more than happy to support me but I don’t think he was really prepared for how much the training/injuries effected our lives.
I’m not a big drinker but I didn’t have one drink the whole time I was training because 6/7am starts for anything between 3-17miles don’t mix! I remember leaving my friends 40th birthday party at 930pm because I had injured my knee so couldn’t dance and I had a 6.30am start for a 15mile distance to cover the next day! That was the first time my partner mentioned how much the thing was hampering family life, it stung and the guilt I carried from then on was horrid but I was committed and it was only for a short amount of time(at least that is what I told myself, I had too)
I didn’t realise how far 25miles was until I did my 15mile run! Then I got scared really bloody scared, how on earth was I going to run so far. 12 weeks in my opinion isn’t enough time to train for a marathon, my biggest wish is that I had longer to train.
All that was keeping me going at this point was all my friends and family support, plus the fabulous charity I was running for Grief Encounter. For three weeks mid training I hadn’t been able to run at all, just cross train really hard to keep my fitness up. I lost a lot of my speed during those weeks. When I was able to run again I could see how much faster my training buddy had become, it was soul destroying.
I am such a stubborn fool though and despite losing sleep over, how far it was, how on earth I was going to physically be able to do it and how long it would take me. I broke down in tears to my oldest friend and she reminded me why I had decided to run a marathon in the first place, to raise awareness for Grief Encounter and money for all the fabulous work they do.