I underestimated the demands of the training or the sheer impact on my life that this race would have. Along the way I have made some amazing friends, not least Trevor, who continues to inspire me on a daily basis, participated in some lunacy such as a 16 hour ultrarow, and pushed myself way beyond anywhere I ever dreamed of.
However, last week three young-men from our gym, put all my efforts into context and presented Trevor and I with a donation of £115 that they had raised by running their own marathon.
Everyone’s journey to a marathon is a deeply personal one. The only constant is the challenge and whether this takes place on a frozen lake in Russia or on a tread-mill in Bicester there is no doubt that this is a massive achievement.
Over the last couple of months as our young friends have chipped away at their own miles I have felt a growing sense of admiration and respect for them. Without any fuss or the drama that surrounds my own runs they have simply got on with the miles and made sure that week on week they stuck to their goals. I don’t think that there is a single person in the gym who can not learn from this attitude.
I am fantastically proud of their achievements as well they should be.
They have also given me a well needed boost of enthusiasm for this race and I know that come what may I will be raising the first post-race glass of vodka in their honour.
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