Right...so I did Dublin Marathon. Missed my time goal by 9 minutes but in the end I really wasn't bothered....just wanted to finish. Is it a cliche to say it was one of the hardest things I've ever done? Well it was. So tough that for days afterwards if I started thinking about it or if the subject came up with someone or over the radio I would find myself welling up. I realise that this makes it sound emotional in a quite sentimental way but it wasn't like that at all. I've probably only faced myself warts and all in the way I did over those last few miles of those 26.2 twice before in my life and both were during childbirth. Similarly to labour I had no interest in ever doing it again right after but starting considering it again the next day.....the mind is a really funny thing.
Wonder if it's easier the second time around? Anyway it won't be for a while...possibly not even next year, we will see! Maybe I should do a race report while I still remember it so I can compare to next time?
I felt like I recovered quite well from the marathon..no major problems. Did a half last weekend to round out the season while I still had the miles in my legs. Didn't love it as lots of it was on a beach and I now know that I hate to run on sand. Time was ok - 1:51:44.
So what's next?
Cross country season! Have been training with the local athletics club for the last few weeks and I think the coach likes to throw everyone in at the deep end so I'm showing up a 4k ladies race on Sunday morning. Nobody is making me but I would never have volunteered myself so I guess I should be grateful as I'd never ever have even though to enter. Please please please don't let me come last! That's all I ask.
Everyone at the club seems to be really nice and friendly so hopefully this will all be positive. Keep me on the straight and narrow just a little bit longer before I let loose for the Christmas!
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