The difference a weekend can make.
This time last week I wasn't sure I could do London - I thought "what was I thinking, thinking I could do a marathon"
Today I sit here and think... "it's going to be tough. It's going to hurt. I believe I could do it. I hope I can do it!"
Thanks again peeps for the support and advice I've got from you.
Yesterday I was supposed to do a 17-18mile long run. Kind of got the route a little wrong and I did the magical 20miles instead (like OOPS!). Ok so I didn't run it all, and I had about a 15min pit-stop for water replen on the 12.5mile mark. Yes I had some sulky moments. And yes it was emotional (in terms of walking really does kill your legs after 16miles), so yes it hurt and yes I did nearly call a taxi for one to get me home! But I didn't... and I did "run" (losely speaking, it was more of a sulky shuffle) the last mile.
I remembered mind over matter.
I finished. Ate plenty of pasta and rested up ... before... today... I headed for the Bike Sportive that training partner Leanne and I had entered a month or so ago. Some 47.5miles of that later we finished, and yes I am amazed I managed to go that far with relative "ease" and yes I am tired. But something has happened. I have belief again.
I read my race report from last years UK 70.3. I remembered the pain and joy of that event... I now believe I could do the Marathon, I may just be able to pull it off (along with thousands and thousands of others!! LOL)... and I hope I do just that.