A few weeks ago I arrived home to this:
My initial reaction: I'm in? I'm in?! Oh my God - I'M IIIIIINNNN!! *tweets, Facebooks and makes phonecalls until the WHOLE WORLD knows that I’m
doing the London Marathon*
My delayed reaction: Uhoh. I’ve told everyone about it so
now I’m actually going to have to do this. 26.2 miles of what can surely only
be described as self-inflicted pain. WHY?!
Obviously I WANT to run a marathon: I entered the ballot.
Well, I watched the London marathon last year and thought it looked like fun (!) so I threw my hat in the ring. Nobody gets in first time, right? I know people who have applied 8 times and haven't got in... and now li'l ol' me is in! I'm not gonna lie - this realisation fills me with both excitement AND dread. Let me tell you why...
why I should NOT run a marathon
Yes, I’m a runner. I can declare this because I run about, sometimes for fun, sometimes in a race. However, I’m not anywhere near what
you would call ‘a proper runner’. Y'know, one of those runner kinds that need to be in the brackets; one of those lithe, lean individuals who
make running look like a breeze. Who nimbly overtake you on
your slow Sunday slog and, as you watch their tiny arse and slim-but-muscular calves disappear into the distance, drive you to think: that’s OK. I could never run like that.
They look like they’re 'a proper runner’. Although I still feel my chunky calves burn with envy. Well it's either envy or it's the lactic acid - who can tell?
Running for me is hard but I do enjoy it; even if I don’t
enjoy it during the run I love the feeling of having been a run AKA ‘the
post-run smug-fest’. This smug feeling usually ensues within minutes of
finishing 5-10K and can be known to last for days beyond if a medal was
achieved at the end.
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Beyond 10K, however, or – to be precise – 8 miles, my body
begins to ache. My knees are notorious pains in the ass. Body-movement
logistics meaning that, obviously, this is a figurative statement rather than a
literal one. The ladies of my family have a history of knee troubles and it
seems I am following suit. In fact, the knee issue is why I stopped running
about 3 years ago and have had to build up again over the past 6 months or so.
Surely running 26.2 miles – 18.2 miles beyond my ‘knee
comfort zone’ – is a bad idea?! Hmm...
So, here’s why I SHOULD run a marathon
I’m 29 for christ sake. I should NOT be letting my knees
stop me running (unless medically advised to stop, as has happened to one of my
friends who no longer runs over 10K – if concerned about any aches or pains
then please check with your doctor and physio, peeps!). Perhaps in the long
term I will have to stop, but for now I’m fortunate that my knee issues can be
counteracted through joint supplements, good running trainers, strengthening
the muscles that support my knees while running and – importantly – ensuring I
have a good running technique.
Technique is
top of his priorities, and I learned a few key things that I need to think
about in my running, such as to stop swinging my arms across my body and to run
from my glutes and hamstrings rather than my quads and hips. My friend Zoe put
together a nice list of the key points from the talk here – thanks, Zoe!
I also have a few personal driving forces to run a marathon.
I love the London Marathon. I’ve watched the coverage on the
telly box every year since I was a wee girl. As those who know me can
testify, I’m not a ‘crier’. Droplets do not form easily on these ol’ eyes very
often (well, unless I’m fuelled with wine, in which case the floods can be
biblical); however I blub my eyes out when I see the joy on people’s faces as they cross the finish line and I well up reading about other blogger's achievements, like
getting new PBs. But cry at Bambi?! Pah! Bambi needs to get some miles in
before I’ll shed a tear!
I'm also stubborn, so when people tell me it'll be ‘too hard’ or ‘too far’ it makes me want to go and do it just to prove them wrong. I want to be crying along with the other finishers
and feel that sense of collected survival – we did not succumb to the road! We made it!
In all honesty though, more important that my selfish desire
for long-term bragging rights and race bling, I want to run this marathon for
the same reason as so many other runners of marathons:
I want to run it for
someone else.
Be it through illness, disability or absence, there are many
who can’t run a marathon, for whom the decision to run a marathon is not there
for the making. My friend Sarj is one of those people.
We spent three years as
desk buddies during our PhDs at Edinburgh Uni – Sarj ‘affectionately’ referring
to me as his ‘bench wench’. We had some good times:
Sarj was knocked down on his way home in October 2009 and did
not recover from his injuries. He was 27 and had just qualified as a teacher. I can’t explain how tragic this loss was to everyone who knew Sarj; he
was a beacon of fun and full of mischief. Our lives are better from having
known him and I feel sad for those who never had the chance to meet him.
Inspired by Sarj's outlook on the world and his approach to life I moved from a small town in Scotland to London, and I try to live my life to the fullest. Which, evidently means throwing yourself head-first into a marathon and giving it a bloody good shot!
Wherever he may be, looking down on me and waving a banner
he’s made – I imagine it says ‘Run, Bench Wench, Run!’ or some borderline-offensive, politically incorrect, cheeky comment - I know it will amuse Sarj
greatly to see me break myself while running around London on his behalf. It is
this belief that, in my hours of pain during training and in the race itself, will remind me just exactly WHY I’m doing this: I’m doing it for you buddy.
So! Knee pain or not, I WILL be completing 26.2 miles around our great city next April. Now I just need to work out the small issue of how...
Katy | City Girl Fit
