I continue to acquaint all who are interested in my achievements: this weekend I ran my first marathon – 42 km 195 m. In fact, I fulfilled the third category of track and field athletics. Feelings – even those! Self-esteem – at the level. And in the future – ambitious plans.
What, where and how
I thought for a long time, but decided that this year I would still cover this distance. Of all the possible starts, I chose this one because I know the track – I have already run 2 half-marathons on it, and in itself it is relatively simple – an asphalt road on the Vyshgorod embankment.
One more thing was that this night marathon is not a standard feeling. We started at 24.00 and rolled circles along the embankment all night. Rather, the main mass finished the distance around 3 nights – some ran 21 km, some ran the baton. And those who are little trained and ran 42 km, they met the dawn literally on the run.
The first 5 laps (this is half the distance) were run just for your pleasure – slowly, saving power for the final part. Taking advantage of this careless state, I admired the night scenery of the Kiev Sea with a lighthouse and a huge moon. Only on the third circle I felt thirsty and only on the fifth I got a little hungry.
At the sixth, I decided to speed up a little, but with each round of power, the body left the body faster and faster, despite the constant snack of bananas, oranges and isotinics. By the seventh, the beginning was already getting light, the birds woke up, and only my thoughts were that the right gastrocnemius muscle should not be cramped.
At the finish I was waiting for joy and disappointment. The disappointment was that I overtook three people at a distance, and the last one came as a result. Two guys still cramped in earnest, and the girl just went out of the race. The joy was that before the start I dreamed of keeping up at 5 o’clock, and ran for 4:47! There is something to praise yourself for.
Internal and external observations
I will begin, perhaps, from the outside. After the finish, the muscles and ligaments of the legs felt overloaded – this is by itself. But for me, there was a surprising feeling of being hammered by the muscles of the shoulder girdle, back and abdominals. And they were not just overloaded – it was painful to touch them, as if they were beating me with sticks. There was no such feeling on his feet.
It was still clearly felt how the internal looseness, calm and lack of internal clips affect the result. I understood that I’m struggling with myself, that I don’t need something or someone to meet, to justify someone’s expectations (yes, yes, I’m talking about her husband) – and I ran easily and enjoyably, even in the last round , when and kept something of the last strength.
Perhaps due to this, the consequences of the first marathon are less painful than those of the first half marathon. I can walk, it is difficult only to climb stairs, and especially to descend. And it feels like I’m supposed to recover by the end of the week – after a half marathon I recovered a month.
I plan on Monday to go for the first run. And autumn is just around the corner, and the next race …