Ok, I already knew this before I started marathon training, but isn’t the running community amazing? I am constantly amazed by the support of other runners. Every runner I have met genuinely cares for other people involved in this sport. People want you to do well and are more than willing to help in any way. It doesn’t matter if you are running a 5k or a marathon, nor does it matter if you are aiming for a PB or “just” a finish; other runners want you to succeed.
Throughout this training I have had the honour of having so many people from the running community support me. I took a running clinic and I am very thankful for the information shared by more experienced runners than myself. Friends and colleagues – some casual runners, some serious competitors – have regularly checked in on my progress and offered encouragement. And there are other runners I have yet to meet in person but who have regularly shared with me emails, blog comments and posts, all of which helped me in more ways than they can imagine. Thank you so much to those who passed on words of wisdom and took the time to remind me I could do this. Every time someone gave me words of encouragement, I felt myself get a little stronger.
I have been so lucky to go to work with people who also run. Thankfully they “get it” and as a result we have had more water cooler discussions (ok, there is no water cooler at work) about running than any other subject. K and C, I am so glad we are in this together this weekend!!!
And finally, there is no way you can train for a marathon without the support of your family. This is particularly true if you have kids who are still not at an age where you can say, “Heading out for a run, you are on your own for a few hours.” We were talking at work today about how marathon training is really one of the most selfish things you can do. I’m not saying it is a bad thing, it just very much is a “me, me, me” thing. So someone has to be there to fill in the gaps when you are out running. And let’s face it, those closest to you are going to have to endure endless talk of pacing, long runs, refuelling and perhaps the odd whine. So thank you to my parents who many times watched the kids so I could fit in yet another run. And more thanks to my husband’s endless patience for my addiction. Finally, thanks to my kids who seem to have complete faith that mummy is going to complete a marathon this weekend.