On Friday I completed my life’s most momentous achievement to date and ran 21 miles. 21 FREAKIN MILES. I discovered the following things:
– Jelly babies before run = good. Trying to eat a jelly baby while running = vom inducing.
– The best way to hydrate without needing a wee? Drink loads the day before, then keep it minimal the morning of the run. You will probs have to get up and pee during the night but that’s better than stopping during the race. Or pissing yourself.
– Putney’s got lots of rowing clubs with fit men carrying boats.
– Hammersmith Bridge is easily missed (if you’re waiting for a bridge with a big sign saying ‘Hammersmith Bridge’ on it).
– The first few miles of a super long run feel hella easy. Don’t speed up though because…
– Suddenly it gets hard. Very hard. Especially when you realise that despite you’re uber-pain, you still have miles to go. This is the bit I’m slightly worried about – summoning the mental strength to keep going, even when I just had to get to 21 miles, was really really really tough. How the f*ck am I gonna do 26?
– Taking a running partner helps, A LOT. Except when their leg seizes up and they have to drop out 5 miles from the end.
– After running that far, don’t even think about making plans for the afternoon. Go home. Stretch. Bathe your weary body. Eat pizza. Nap. Eat more pizza. Sleep.
– The next day everything hurts. Now for some reason I didn’t expect this. I ran 18 miles quite merrily, then scooted off out to a party in the evening. Not on an actual scooter obvs. Anyway after 21 miles, not only was I practically disabled for the rest of the day, but the next day was a world of pain. Is that normal? How much more immobile will I be post marathon? How do I break through “the wall”? All advice much appreciated…