My training for the Manchester Marathon had been what I’d call mixed at best. Illness and injury had stolen the best part of four weeks training including two of my longest runs. I’d managed a single 20 miler which hadn’t gone amazingly well, but I think it was essential to have this experience and the knowledge that I could cover the distance.
Travelling from Kent up to Manchester can be a bit of a marathon in itself, but luckily I had the traffic on my side and the journey was fairly uneventful. Once checked into the hotel my first job was double checking I had all my kit with me. This ritual involves laying each item out in order and double checking everything is as it should be. Once complete it was off out to a local Italian for a pre-race pizza dinner before setting the alarm and settling down for an early night. That would have been the ideal scenario anyway. As it turned out I couldn’t sleep and so I ended up watching a couple of hours of the golf highlights before finally getting off to sleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. It had been a bit of a restless night, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that. First things first, I needed to get breakfast sorted. The morning before a marathon isn’t the time to try anything new so I stuck with my tried and tested routine of two slices of toast covered with lots of Nutella. After this I had half an hour to myself get ready before putting everything I needed into my race bag (I have a list for this) and heading out the door.
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