Sunday, October 02, 2011
One week, and Liverpool will be a memory. I pray a good memory of course.
I've crossed over to the final taper week of this marathon training. I've done this nine times before, and each time I have the same feelings.
These feelings of queasy stomach begin. I re trace in my mind a virtual Marathon Montague of where I've been before and all those emotions come back. I can sense the self doubt, the concern of what I have put myself forward to do AGAIN!
I will say that EVERY marathon I have run has brought pain to my body. I'm not sugar coating what running 26.2 miles does to my feet, my legs, or my mind. It HURTS. Yes, it is painful. Yes, I have lost toenails. Yes, I have had blisters. Yes, I have ached, gotten chaffing, sunburned, rained on, hailed on, and felt like curling up on the side of the road in the later miles.
Somehow though, through all the pain, the drive and determination to make it to that finish line in a faster time than I have previously draws me in. Somehow I lace my shoes up, I carry my kit bag to the transfer trucks, and I head to the start line. I await my turn to cross the starter mat and I breath in the atmosphere around me. I mentally prepare for what I have spent 16 weeks and 500+ miles physically preparing for. Then like a ribbon in motion, I'm pulled along with those around me as we move and flow through the streets of the particular city/course we are running through.
On 9/10/11 (9 October 2011) I will run my 10th marathon. I set a goal two years back to complete ten marathons by my 60th birthday (26/Nov). I ran my first marathon in 2006 to celebrate 2 years of running, now I will run my 10th to celebrate 60 years of living! I think it is a very fitting present!