Motivation for Fatcats. The Marathon.
I have purchased an OMM pouch- a fanny pack to you and me. Remarkable thing the OMM, I can fit all my gels, jellies, and a small bottle of energy drink into it and it doesn't jiggle at all. So lightweight. Colour me impressed.
I shall charge my iPod to the max and organise my music into running categories, 'terrible start, weeeee, tired legs, second wind, dreamy pace, steady pace, the wall, enter the dragon and the lands of Mordor.' For each of these I will have the correct soundtrack, meticulously timed to coincide with each phase as I poodle along.
It is a shockingly early start tomorrow. According to my race info I am to be in town no later than eight AM, which means I must be up and eating by half six. Half six! I ask you! Who can eat at that hour? This is why I am up early today so that I might sleep tonight.
It occurred to me yesterday at the RDS -as I watched groups of what I later described to Finn as 'real runners' chatting and greeting each other- that I trained alone for this marathon. But that's not true is it? I ran alone, nowt but me and the music, but actually I had you lot, you who have been hella solid in all your support as I went from huffy puffy 5k to a 30k run.
The paramour has been a true buttress too, whenever I have a 'what the hell am I doing' moment, he just says, 'you can do it' and lo, I believe him. (He is going to pick me up and get me home tomorrow after I will be right as rain. And after rum and food and painkillers and more rum I should be stellar)
So I just want to say thanks again for the last few months. It sounds ridiculous but you, my interwebby chumlies, have been the most delicious support and I'm chuffed to have you. It makes a difference, oh yes, it makes all the difference in the world.
YOu can do this Melvin.
Update- I"m back home, With mah medal! I will do proper post tomorrow, feeling fine, a bit sore and achy but also a bit high as a kite. Hit the wall slightly at 22 miles, but got through it and according to Miss Finn I finished faster than the half marathon to 30k mark, which frankly is a bit of a mystery to me. I was over the five hour mark, but as I always say, fatcats are not speedy.
Thanks a million for all the good wishes, you are darlings.
I must go, there is dinner and rum.