It seems that running 15 marathons in 15 months just isn't enough of a challenge for me! There are many more challenges within the 15 marathons. Now that April has arrived, I find myself staring at the biggest part of this challenge. Running the London Marathon blindfolded? Well that is not even the half of it. I have decided to run 3 marathons over 3 consecutive Sundays!! Brighton, Manchester and then London blindfolded.
When I woke up on the first morning of April, the first thing that popped into my head, was the fact that I would be running 3 marathons this month. I mean, who the hell do I think I am? Can I even manage to run 3 marathons in 3 months? Let's not forget that I only completed the Barcelona Marathon 4 weeks ago. Technically my body is still recovery from this. Yet there is something inside of me that is screaming at me like a wild animal that I will not fail at this. I know there are a few people who are a little bit concerned for me taking on these three marathons, in such a short space of time, but I don't doubt for any second that I can this. Just because I am not the fastest runner, or the greatest runner that ever ran, does not stop me from taking this on.
I remember being at mile 10 last year, during the Brighton Marathon, there was a guy running next to me with a huge tiger (not a real one!) strapped to his back. He told me that he was planning to run the Manchester and London Marathons as well. I remember thinking how insane he must be, not for just running with a tiger strapped to him, but that he was doing all 3 marathons. I distinctly thinking to myself, there is no way I would ever be able to do anything like that. Well I must have grown the biggest pair of balls in just under a year, because here I am, about to do those very same marathons, and one of them I am going to be running BLINDFOLDED.
Scared
Yes I am very confident that I will achieve this goal, but I can't lie and say that I am not scared because I am shitting myself. I'm not really that scared of the physical pain because I am use to it now. I have learnt how to deal with it. It's the mental pain. I suffered so badly during the week after Barcelona with mental exhaustion. I found myself crying over the most ridiculous things. I ran out of milk for my breakfast, I cried about it. I couldn't find my stapler on my desk, I cried about it. I pierced a hole in my shoe, then had to bin them, and boy did I cry over that. I know that this was partly because of getting sunburnt, and having to fly back straight after Barcelona and going back to work Monday morning. It did take me a whole week to actually start feeling myself again.
I think the best thing to do is just take it one marathon at a time. I have to put Manchester and London out of my head and just focus on Brighton. I am not running for a PB on any of these races, just to finish happy, injury free and continue to raise the money for Sense.
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