r/Marathon_Training • u/SpiritualMechanic183 • 9h ago
Success! A year ago I had just started running. Two days ago I ran my first marathon and first World Major in 3:41:38
I would never have imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I would call myself a runner, let alone a marathon runner.
I first found parkrun a couple of years ago. I would show up on Saturday mornings and see people running these amazing times. I was usually somewhere behind them and honestly never cared about the rank. I just remember looking at some of them thinking, man, I wish someday I could run like these people.
I only started taking running seriously around a year ago. I found run clubs, made friends through running, asked people a ridiculous number of questions and read a lot. Probably too much.
I learned that getting better did not mean pushing myself every day. Some days I pushed, some days I went really slow, and some days I rested.
I was actually going to register for the Sydney half marathon. Then a colleague at work asked why I was not doing the full. He had finished one himself in around six hours and said with complete confidence, “Come on, the cutoff is seven hours. You can do it. It is easy.”
Easy?? 😂
But the way he said it got me going. Once I stopped treating 42.2 km as this impossible thing, I started thinking about how I could actually do it. How do I train? How do I pace it? How do I get myself to the finish?
Same problem. Different way of looking at it.
So I registered for the full. My goal was under 4:30.
A few months before the race I was lucky enough to meet Cadel Evans, winner of the 2011 Tour de France. I asked him what advice he would give someone preparing for their first marathon.
He said “persistent consistency.” You have to push yourself, but you have to be able to keep doing it consistently. Some days that means pushing hard, other days it means slowing down. The important thing is to keep showing up.
And that is pretty much what I tried to do. If it was hot, I ran. If it was raining, I ran. Some days I pushed, some days I went ridiculously slow, and some days I rested.
My training was far from perfect marathon training. I was not doing huge mileage and the furthest I had ever run before race day was 24.5 km. But I was running week after week and slowly building up.
Somehow I was completely excited about the marathon until about two days before it.
Then it REALLY bothered me.
I started doing the maths. I had run 24.5 km. The marathon was 42.2 km. Sydney is ridiculously hilly. I had absolutely no idea what those remaining 17.7 km were going to feel like.
The night before the race I told my flatmate I was scared and pretty anxious about the whole thing. He told me that whenever I felt like that, I should imagine myself at the finish line, wearing the medal and knowing I had done it.
Race morning came. I had read enough about the course to know not to get carried away at the start, so I tried to be patient. People were passing me and I let them. The Harbour Bridge was right there, the crowds were huge and every part of me wanted to go faster. But there was a very long way to go.
The atmosphere was unreal. Tens of thousands of runners from all over the world and around half a million spectators across Sydney. Complete strangers cheering for each other. Runners struggling themselves and still encouraging someone next to them. My friends were somewhere in those crowds too.
Around 32 km, I hit the wall.
I was exhausted and really hungry. I walked for maybe 10 or 20 seconds, ate something and tried to get myself together.
Then someone on the side shouted:
“You got this buddy! You are almost there.”
I have no idea who he was.
And I thought about what my flatmate had told me the night before. The finish line. The medal.
So I started running again.
Sometimes a few words from someone are enough. A friend the night before, a complete stranger during the race. It is difficult to explain, but motivation works like magic.
Eventually I could see the Opera House.
Then the finish line.
3:41:38.
My first marathon. My first World Marathon Major.
I had signed up hoping to finish under 4:30.
My friends were there. My parents were incredibly happy. My phone was full of messages afterwards.
A couple of years ago, I was the person at parkrun looking at other runners thinking, man, I wish someday I could run like these people.
Running has given me much more than a marathon time. I feel happier, more energetic, less stressed and more focused. I have met people I probably never would have met otherwise. Sometimes just getting outside for a run changes my whole day.
So if you have something you have been thinking about starting, running or otherwise, maybe just start.
Be new. Be slow. Ask questions. Find people who inspire you. Keep showing up.
On Sunday I crossed the finish line of the Sydney Marathon in 3:41:38.
Persistent consistency.
Step outside and start.
It works.
