I thought I should do another post. But, rather than explaining how I felt on the day, explaining how I feel about the marathon now.
I didn't enjoy the experience at all. I enjoyed a lot of the training, but not the marathon. Reading the previous post I think you should be able to tell that it wasn't fun. However, I do not regret the experience one bit.
I am very proud of what I achieved. It was bloody hard and took an extraordinarily large effort. Adversity presented itself and I unglamorously overcame it. Sure I was aiming for a much quicker time, but that was without the food poisoning. I was hoping to enjoy the sights, but I didn't realise it would be so cold and miserable.
If someone came up to me today and told me they were going to attempt to do a marathon I would pat them on the back and encourage them (which is something I didn't get from many people, most people looked at me blankly and asked if I was crazy). Sure, I'd tell them about my experience, but you would have to say I was very unlucky to fall ill at that time.
I now have a great tale to tell. One of tragedy and triumph and what a location!!!
Now where did I put that beer?
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I don't think anybody expected you to actually ENJOY running 42kms in the freezing cold. I think the point is to do it, then tell everybody about it in great detail, embellishing parts of the story each time until you become a true legend.
Come to think of it, I think that's the point of everything ...
Amen to that, Franzy!
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