04/09/2026
6 weeks to go.
And if I’m being completely honest, right now I just want to get it over with.
Marathon training has taken over my life. It feels like everything revolves around the next run — how far it is, when I can fit it in, how my legs feel, whether I’ve recovered enough, and the constant pressure of knowing there are miles that have to be done.
I still have a 22-mile run and a 20-mile run before I can even start the taper. And those distances honestly feel massive right now.
There’s the physical exhaustion, but it’s the mental side that I’m finding hardest. The pressure. The commitment. The feeling that you can’t just have a bad day or decide you don’t fancy running because there’s always another long run waiting for you.
I’ve given so much of myself to this. Time, energy, weekends, plans, sleep… pretty much everything.
And sometimes I feel guilty for saying that I’m struggling because I’m lucky to be able to do this. But both things can be true. I can be grateful and still find it bloody hard.
I’m proud of myself for getting this far, but I’m tired. Really tired.
So for the next six weeks, I’m trying not to think about the marathon itself. I’m just going to get through one run at a time.
22 miles.
20 miles.
Then taper.
And hopefully somewhere along the way, the excitement comes back.
Right now, I just want to make it to that start line… and then I want to make it to the finish line.
Six weeks. Just keep going. ❤️:
