Between finishing and finding my wife (some 45 minutes
later) was just a blur. I bumped into a few people, all of us with a story to
tell, some triumphant, others not quite so. But my overwhelming urge was to
just get away from the whole MCG precinct. I don’t know why really, I should
have been happy. Finishing a marathon should be celebrated as an achievement,
not all of us get to fulfil that dream.
5 weeks after and I am still recovering from the race. I
cannot run with any pace without my heart rate going into the ‘red’ zone, my
confidence is down and I am still scratching my head somewhat as to what
actually happened. The next 45 weeks begins a journey to... What? Redemption?
Revenge? I'm not sure it is any of those, but I do want to go back and have
another go. This time, armed with an experience under my belt, I feel that I
will be better prepared. God, I hope so.....
So, over the next 45 weeks, this blog will chart the
progress, the ups and downs and everything else in between. But it won’t be all
about running. Although that is the central theme that will run through most of
it, it will mirror how much of an impact running has had (and will continue to
have) on my life. Hopefully it will be entertaining, sometimes revealing, but
most of all it’s a journey. And they are often more enjoyable than the
destination.
Oh, and in keeping with my love of music, each blog heading will be a song title. The trick is to pick the artist it belongs to.
Oh, and in keeping with my love of music, each blog heading will be a song title. The trick is to pick the artist it belongs to.