As I write this article, I'm due to run my first marathon in less than a week. It’s been a challenging four months of training: I’m no stranger to running, but I'd never run more than a half-marathon before taking on this challenge. Now I’ve clocked up 21 miles and some change – twice – during training, and I’m staring down the barrel of the big 26.2.
It’s exciting and scary at the same time. This four-month period of my life will forever be marked by this big thing I had to do, the obligation to train, and now that it’s almost over it feels like it’s flown by. In a week’s time, I won’t have to get up and run to work, or make up missed training time elsewhere. I won’t be running for anything, I’ll just be running. I’ve almost forgotten what that’s like.
