How often do you read or hear about someone training for a marathon and think to yourself, I would love to be able to run a marathon. It’s a thought I had before I began running, but it’s something over time that I haven’t been keen on and that’s what I wanted to break down in today’s post.
Now, don’t get me wrong; choosing to run a marathon is absolutely incredible and it’s such a time and body commitment to do so. I am in awe of anyone who completes or even trains for such a distance and I know for me, the time does not matter in this situation. If it took you four hours or twenty-four hours, I would still be as impressed no matter what. Originally, my boyfriend got me into running and I’m so thankful that he did, because it’s amazing what it can do for you, physically and mentally. When I was being consistent, I was in the best shape of my life both with my body, and I can’t wait to get back there. He’s a runner and has been for quite a few years and he’s in the double digits of marathons now, which I think is absolutely incredible. I went to see him finish at his last marathon and I couldn’t have been prouder if I tried; he was disappointed in himself time wise but he just ran a marathon! I had seen the work he had put in beforehand and it was so lovely to see it all come together at the end. He absolutely loves running and he loves the build-up to a marathon and he has my upmost respect for that.
(Scott and I after the Larne 10K with our medals!)
Ever since I started running, and I’ve spoken about this before, I have a real mental struggle and from others I have spoken to, it seems like I’m not the only one. It seems very normal for runners to doubt themselves, to have a bad run, to want to stop when they’ve just started; so I know that this isn’t just me. I obviously take into consideration my mental health issues, and I’m always very careful of that because I know how I feel if I push myself too much. That’s where the real line is for me; I’m not sure I could push myself mentally for twenty–six miles, no matter how hard I trained. I truly believe that if I trained for it, I could physically do it, but mentally is something I can never expect to get to. You can see that as giving up on myself before I even start, but I don’t see it as that at all. I’m taking care of myself first and foremost and while it would be such a huge achievement, I worry about what the cost would be. Would I suddenly hate running? Would I have pushed myself too far that I wouldn’t be able to take another step outside to go for a run? That’s not something I’m willing to risk and that’s okay, because I’ve made that decision for me.
However, I have been thinking over the past six months, if a half marathon is within my reach. Thirteen miles seems a lot more achievable than twenty six, and since I have hit the nine mile marker twice back in 2018, I know I can run further than my usual 5K or 10K distance. I have it in me, and of course that came with a lot of training and build up which I would be willing to put the work into again. I spoke recently in my “I Lost My Running Confidence… But I’m Getting It Back” post that my timings have went down, I’m not running as much and I really have lost a lot of confidence when it comes to running, but again, I’m willing to work on that again. So while I won’t ever promise to compete in a half marathon, I know I could do it if I was to put the time and effort into it but equally, being okay with not putting pressure on myself if it was too much.
Thank you so much for reading today’s post, hopefully it sparked a thought or two around an alternative view point. Let me know your thoughts and if you have read or wrote similar posts to this, please let me know either in the comments, on my Instagram or on my Twitter. Have a great day! ☀️