Marred March, or: Tina Arena and me.

[marathondan]

It's true to say that at any stage after about the 15km mark I could simply have pulled the plug and happily said "bollocks" to the idea of the Canberra marathon. But I had to tell myself that physically I felt fine. I was not in any pain. I wasn't cramping. I was just very, very tired. And I could put up with a bit of tiredness for a few more kilometres.

Interesting, that's a mind game that I've had to play many times:

Bad Gremlin: "You really want to stop now, and give up."
Good Gremlin: "Yes, it would be nice to stop. But you're only in mild discomfort; you can easily put up with it for another hour or so. Then you'll actually achieve what you wanted. Now piss off, baddie!"

This coming week looks a little easier for me too - apart from moving house which I have to do on Wednesday, but at least the bulk of the renovation work on the new digs is done.

Not most people's idea of a light week! Hands up all those who picked an illogical year to do a spring (autumn) marathon! (But when we look back, illogical may not equal bad...)

Great work mate, keep it up.