They say a marathon is good for you, but the truth is it’s hard to remember that at the 30km mark when your body is screaming with pain.
It was at this point a few weeks ago at the Frankfurt Marathon, where my body felt like Anthony Joshua had stepped in front of me and unleashed one hell of a blow, switching off all my lights and turning my legs to jelly…!
“Why am I doing this”
“This was a stupid idea”
“I hate German beers, cars, shepherds”
– one of those is actually a lie!
These were some of the emotions and thoughts that went through my head during the 26.2 miles I covered. According to Strava, it was a little bit longer but hey we won’t go down that route 😉. I actually spent a whole mile during the race having a go at myself –
“Kev, you actually paid to put yourself through this, you paid to feel like absolute dog crap right now, you idiot”.
I remember someone telling me when I first considered running marathons that there was something special and wonderful about them, something you can only experience when you put your body through one. They also said that at the end of their first marathon they felt like a new born baby – covered in blood, s*#t and tears. I suppose every cloud has a silver lining right…?
Despite all the negative thoughts, the pain, the heartache of not achieving your expected time, rolling back home with a beaten and broken body, we go back again. We roll that dice and put our bodies through it again.
Why? Because it’s true, there is something special and wonderful about the marathon.
I finished Frankfurt in a time of 2 hrs 24 mins and 11 seconds. A time I am proud of. I wanted more but on that day, I ran as hard as I possibly could. I had a few issues with my drinks which resulted in me not being able to refuel how I’d hoped too. Plus a few days after the race my body was covered in rather unattractive red spots. Apparently they are the result of a virus called Pityriasis Rosea but I am taking them as a visible sign that on October 28th, I gave it all I had and 2.24.11 was all I had.
More importantly, as my mum constantly reminds me during every race I participate in – It was only 2 years ago I had heart surgery to correct a congenital heart defect I had, closing some holes in my heart, the largest hole being 1.78cm (forever grateful to Cardiac Risk In The Young for identifying my defect). Atrial Septal Defect is the actual medical term for my dodgy heart.
As for my running in 2019, we go again on the 28th April, the London Marathon and I honestly can’t wait, more motivated and driven than ever!