Initially, I committed myself to a 10-week challenge to work towards getting under 58 minutes in the World’s largest fast run – the City to Surf. I like to call this my ‘experience bucket’… the more experience I get in different areas of life the more memories I can call upon to help me get through the challenge in any current situation. Now, whenever I face a long and hard physical or mental challenge, I can call upon my experience running a marathon as evidence I can push through and be a success.
It has definitely given me a great sense of accomplishment, self-belief and confidence in myself. I am just absolutely stoked with this time considering how little training I did. Amazingly, I completed the run in 4hrs and 34minutes! I also set myself the goal of trying to do so in 4hrs and 30minutes. 6 weeks ago when I decided to sign up I set myself the goal of finishing a marathon. It’s an amazing feeling when you accomplish a goal.Ģ days ago I completed my first ever (and probably last ever) marathon. How I’m feeling and my experience running the marathon. Talking through why I’m doing it and my preparation.Ĥ:15 – I show you my breakfast before the marathonħ:55 – A few hours after the run. It was amazing… it was inspiring… and it was totally brutal.Ġ:01 – My thoughts the night before the race. Just over a month ago I had no idea I’d be living this moment… celebrating the fact that I’ve now completed a marathon! Apparently Sylvia was there, right at the finish line cheering me on… but I didn’t see her or hear her… I was too focused on finishing the run and enjoying a big drink of water. I continued with one foot after the other using the crowd around me to spur me on but I couldn’t really enjoy the moment… I was just in too much pain and intensely focused on crossing that finishing line as fast as I could.ġ00 metres away now, the Sydney Opera House was glittering in the sun, congratulating me on a fine accomplishment. All I wanted to do was walk but I couldn’t walk now… not now… not after 42km of pain and agony and with only 500 metres to go.
My legs were screaming in agony and my mind was slightly dazed but extremely focused on the goal that was now in sight. There was still about 500 metres to run and I now had a tunnel of spectators cheering me on from both sides. I had dreamt of this moment for a while now. As I turned the final corner I could feel myself breaking up… breaking up in tears that is.
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