Dylan Moran: Irish Face
"Hmm..no..nope. Not for me. No, thankyou. Nope."
I started training late in the first place because of my gammy foot, and have had to skip and/or shorten way more runs than I'd have liked over the past few weeks. After today's swear-fest, I was miserable. I don't feel anywhere near fit enough to participate in the full distance, but
- I've told everyone and their pets that I'm going to be running a marathon, and I'm soft enough to care what people would think if I drop out, and vain enough to assume that they'd care about it.
- I agreed to do this with a friend, who I was meant to be doing the Cardiff Half with last year before I jibbed out on that one. I hate letting people down.
- I stupidly named my blog Rebecca Writes and Runs , so wanging on about doing a marathon and then not doing it makes me feel like a big ole phony.
- The only thing I have on my "to do before I'm 30 list" (making it more of a lone item than an actual list) is "run a marathon". It's all I've thought about since Christmas.
Buuuuuuuut, I can reduce my race to the half marathon distance, which I know for a fact I can do without too much swearing and dragging one lame leg behind me. The awesome thing is that they allow you to change your preferred distance on the day of the race, meaning that I don't have to make a decision right away. If it came to it (and if I'm honest with myself, with only 5 weeks to go, it's looking like opting for the friendlier distance is the most likely outcome), my day would still be pretty awesome. I wouldn't be letting anyone down, I'd still get to participate at a fantastic event, and (most importantly) I'd still get a medal. Silver linings and that.
So I'm going to continue training along the same schedule and do as much as my body allows, but now the pressure has been lifted off me, knowing that I have a back up plan. I might not be able to do what I set out to do this year, but a couple of years ago, I couldn't run more than a mile or two, so a half is still something Past Becky would have been quaking in her lounge wear over. Now, it's my "easy option".
(Rock and) roll on, Liverpool!