Not Starting As You Mean To Go On

Leah’s first day of training didn’t get off in the way she would have liked. Preparation, she says, is key...

Not Starting As You Mean To Go On

Right then, here we go.

Today is the first day of marathon training and it came as a sneaky surprise to me, lemme tell ya.

Like all novice runners, I had planned on waiting until the New Year to get started on my training, but my running coach for The Big Marathon Challenge had other ideas… So, here I am, staring down the barrel of the running gun and I couldn’t be less prepared.

Preparation is going to be key for this, I *think. Not just in terms of scheduling and ensuring a base level of fitness that will get me through an increase in training, but preparing for the mundane as well. I need to be prepared to juggle early wake up calls, toddler tantrums and dog walks, all while catching every episode of the unmissable Paw Patrol. I hadn’t accounted for all these things and how they would make me feel. So, when I woke up this morning, it was 8.20am… and all hell broke loose.

I’ll explain.

I should have set my alarm for 6am, got up and done what I could on the treadmill, while the two-year-old was still asleep, but I didn’t and, it was that one small decision, that one little lack of preparation on my part, that caused this to unfold before me…

When I got downstairs the first thing I saw was a crumpet. A crumpet, people. I repeat: a crumpet. The thought of that warm toasty crumpet oozing butter and general winter comfort meant that all else went through the window. The banana porridge and lemon water breakfast was a mere ideal, and one that was never going to beat out buttery goodness. So, I ate the crumpet.

This might be a good time to mention that I try to eat completely gluten free. Since pregnancy, gluten seems to make me very sick – and I’m talking like actual vomit inducing. With that being said, I think we can all agree that a crumpet was a stupid idea. From there, things spiralled. After that crumpet I had a coffee, which, mothers of toddlers everywhere unite, was followed by a malted milk (or two). Then I lay down nursing a head cold and some very sore legs and I havn’t moved since, save for another coffee and to position the toddler on the naughty step.

This might also be a good time to add that these sore legs are not the result of my running. They’re a direct result of a DJ playing every single one of my song requests at a Christmas ball on Saturday, and me thinking I could still rock a pair of heels until gone midnight. I’d definitely over stretched myself there – in every sense…

Right then – now to the point I’m trying to make. For me, this marathon business isn’t just about the big decisions. It’s not just about the running and the resting and the charity fundraising. It is going to have to be about the little things, too. The devil’s in the detail they say and, for me, that is 100% true. Today was a good lesson that, if I’m going to do this then, I’m going to have to make it a PRIORITY. I have to get up early, I have to make healthy choices that will increase my energy levels, and I have to be prepared to forego comfort and convenience for the greater good.

This all might seem trivial to those of you who are already making those choices and pounding the pavements before the crack of dawn but I’m not there yet. I’ve only just joined the bandwagon, and I’m going to have to learn as I go.

Got to go now, the dog wants to go out, the toddler’s fallen off her rocking horse and it’s time for me to actually get moving.

Until next time,

Mama and the Marathon x

Leah Mcdaniel

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