I shouldn’t be this excited about London this early.
We booked our accommodation last week and that kicked it to the next level.
You’d think this was my first London or that I’d had awesome runs there in the past.
You’d be wrong though. I’ve run it 4 times, and none of them have been PB-shattering performances. My first taste of it was actually a PW which still stands. 4:27. In my defence it was a week after the Two Oceans Marathon (a 35 mile Ultramarathon in Cape Town). Since then I’ve had a trio in the 3:10 to 3:20 range, pretty disappointing really.
But somehow the race gets under your skin. The occasion is immense. Almost certainly the most globally watched marathon. You can feel it on race morning. The eyes of the running world are on you. A mass of teeming running energy. Pointy at one end with super-athletes from another planet running at speeds we can’t maintain for a single mile.
Sharing the road with those guys is a childish thrill for me that I’m not ashamed to admit.
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