Now the decision is made, I can see that it was inevitable from the start.
In my last post I talked about how training for two marathons back to back was soul destroying and demotivating. Truth be told I haven’t really ever got to grips with this latest round of training. I haven’t derived a single moment of joy from any of the runs I’ve done, and having another plan dictate my every move sucked all the fun out of getting out there and exercising.
Then I got dragged along to circuit training by some friends…and boy was I weak! 7 months of constant running and very little else and my ability to bang out push ups and shoulder presses had diminished to embarrassing levels. A few weeks later and I received an invite to a residential bootcamp training weekend (more on that soon) which was incredibly hard work…but really, really fun.
Getting back from that weekend and looking at my plan for a joyless 40 mile running week, I knew something had to give.
And so, I’m backing out of the Brighton Marathon.
I’m taking back training as a source of pleasure, something to be enjoyed not endured. It’s not an easy decision, walking away from an event featuring 50 other runners from my club and which has been my focus since Christmas. But there is absolutely no benefit to me in struggling through the next 2 months and becoming even more disillusioned with exercise.
The training races are still all in my diary, I’m still planning to run them (although maybe not the Gloucester 20 miler) but now I can turn my attentions to doing some of the fun energetic things I miss. Looking forward to more circuit training, getting back out on the mountain bike and lots of lovely, short runs!