So… I started my marathon training this week. Tomorrow is my last day of my first week. I’ve calculated that the training plan and it’s calculated at 28 weeks. This translates into 110 runs of various distances + 28 gym sessions + 28 pole fitness sessions. If I can swing it right I’m going to attempt my long runs to the gym where, depending on timing, I can possibly hit up 28 yoga sessions over the 28 weeks.
Now, you ask yourself, how was this first week of training? Was it inspirational? Joyous? A breeze?
No, not really.
First, I can’t believe how hard running 4 miles is at the moment. My stomach and legs really aren’t pleased with the whole idea and were really annoyed to find out that I decided to do this run not once, but twice this week. You should’ve heard them yelling in protest this morning as I commuted into work.
(Well, it was me yelling in protest, but let me tell you: Absolutely no walkers got in my way. TRAINING TIP: Try screaming, babbling incoherently, or carrying on conversations with your imaginary running friends as you run. It can really clear the path in busy city centres.)
My legs and stomach are likely going to really freak out with the 2 miles I have planned for tomorrow as well. But before you go off on one about how I’ll injure myself I am currently “just moving.” Translate into: Not worried about being fast at the moment. Well, trying not to be. My little running tracker tells me that I’m currently not only struggling to make 4 miles but I’m also slightly faster than a sloth.
Thing is, I’m not letting this get me down. If I were a few days from the marathon and only up to 4 miles, then I would be down. I started all this super early because the first thing I want to do is build up the ability to endure. The majority of doing the training is just building up the tolerance so that you can, come marathon day, willingly endure.
But until then I’ll enjoy the funeral marches being played on the Spotify running app, which is supposed to match your tempo to the music. All being well in a few months time I’ll be up death metal… and lapping that sloth.