It’s been about a month since I ran my first marathon. In that time I’ve done a lot of replaying, a lot of talking and reliving the experience with everyone and a lot of reflecting.
Throughout the entire training period, and even going right back to the day we decided to make this crazy journey, right up to the morning of the race as we stood in our corral waiting to start, I have always maintained that this would be my first and only marathon. It was something I wanted to do to challenge myself and just to experience it. To be able to say that I had run a marathon. I kept saying that I know myself well enough to know that this was not something I wanted to do again. The training takes up more time than I am willing to give to it again.
And then, somewhere in the last few kilometres of the race, after I had dropped back from my running buddy and I was running alone, after things had started to fall apart a bit, I realized I was actually thinking about what I could do differently next time. Next time? But there is no next time… Or is there?
At the end of the race, as I chatted with some of my run club friends, most of whom had way more experience than I did, when they asked if I was going to do another, I found myself saying “yes”.
That’s right. The five hours plus spent out on the course, most of it exciting, some of it challenging, and all of it indescribably amazing, had changed my mind completely. Of course I was going to do it again!
The only question now is what’s next? There are so many great marathons out there that it’s going to be hard to choose. For now, I’ve signed up, again, for one of my favourite races – Around the Bay 30k. After that, I’m not quite sure. I’ve got a few ideas rolling around in my head.
The possibilities are endless…