Marathon training is a slog. In fact it’s a bit like running a marathon. A lot of miles, a long way, a journey where the end is not conceivable, let alone visible, when you are at the start.
I’ve reached Week 6 of 16 (37.5% for all you statisticians). In marathon terms that means I’m just approaching Mile 10…16.2 to go. Which still seems like a long way. Probably because it is.
My weekly average is over 44 miles, which is definitely more than I’ve done before. And whilst part of me thinks that none of this seems to be having any impact on my readiness for a marathon, there is evidence that it is. I ran the Dentdale 14 at the weekend (which I thoroughly recommend for those of you who like hilly courses in beautiful surroundings topped off by cream teas made by the good lady villagers of Dent) and felt as strong on the last hill (mile 13) as on the first. And I know that would not have been the case six months ago.
So with 10 more weeks of my training to go, I guess I’m heading in the right direction. But when I think of having run 10 miles with 16.2 to go I struggle to think anything other than “OH. MY. GOD.”