In 2015, shortly after moving from London to the South Coast, my housemate asked if I’d like to go for a run. Neither of us were what I’d call ‘in shape’, but, nonetheless, we struggled together round 3km before heading home, shin splints and all.
Just over four years later, I’ve now completed over twenty marathons, in times ranging from 3:48 in London 2016, to 2:57 in Chicago 2018. Later this year I will run the New York City Marathon, the fourth of the sixth marathon majors. Last night, while doing some research into the 2020 Boston Marathon qualifying process, I realised my 2:57 Chicago time was unlikely to be good enough for me to be accepted, so I swiftly parted with £60 and entered the Rock n Roll Liverpool Marathon with the aim of running sub 2:50 in May 2019.
Moments after parting with the latest of what must be thousands of pounds of my hard earned cash, I couldn’t help but wonder, (albeit with a mix of pride and bewilderment)…How on earth did I get here?!