I have a long list of things that fall into the category of velleities, and for years ‘running a marathon’ was one of them.
Then I ran one. Well, I say ran. I really ran a half marathon and then tacked a 13 mile walk on the end. Not my finest running hour. So I signed up for another, and bolstered my resolve to do more training by signing up for some coaching to go with it.
Which was why, at 9am this morning, I found myself at the start of Reading parkrun with 14 miles already under my belt. Needless to say, I did not run a fast 5km time. But I did run the whole thing. After which I called it a day and hobbled off to the cafe to trade parkrun tales with Ian, a Reading parkrun local and fellow parkrun tourist.
If ever you suspect that I’m thinking of moving ‘running an ultra marathon’ out of my velleity category, please, I beg you, talk some sense into me. Because effort like that, I can quite happily live without.