So a few weeks ago I wrote an article called “The busy mummies guide to running a marathon“.
Sunday 14th June was marathon day.
My training plan hadn’t really altered since I wrote the article above. So lots of running up the stairs, lots of squats and heel raises whilst ironing, constant wearing of our 9 month old in the Baby Bjorn, and a few laps of the outside of the house two weeks ago when a friend was over for the weekend and watched the children for me.
Once again, I wouldn’t advocate this training preparation but what I know now is that after 4 babies and zero official training I can still run a marathon.
For me, running a marathon is 80% mind and 20% body…which is a good job really.
This was one of the times when it was easy to break down the race in my head. A marathon is 26.2 miles or 42 km, so for me that was 10km dedicated to each of the children and then the last 2km just for me.
So I spent the first 10km thinking about this beauty:
The next 10km thinking about this comic genius:
The next 10km thinking about this little Houdini:
The next 10km thinking about this little cherub:
And the last 2km thinking I did it, I did it, I did it.
Every marathon I have ever done has it’s low and high points. This time it went a bit like this:
- The first mile – thinking what was I thinking?
- The sun – I was willing it to rain
- The poor marshaling in sections – meaning I had to double back four times during the race
- My ever expanding boobs that really needed to feed my little man
- The salt from the sea stinging my face
- The man who told me “it’s downhill from here” – lies!
- The end of each 10km section
- The halfway marker
- The 20 mile marker
- The children who lined the streets and high fived the runners
- Running along Penny Lane listening to a DJ playing the song
- Seeing my supporters at the finish line
- Having the two big kids run the last 100 meters with me – that was my race highlight!