I ran my first marathon in 1999. I had no experience aside from a few 10km and 5km runs. I had lived through the surgical and emotional pain of multiple brain surgeries as a child so I figured nothing could stop me from running a marathon. After what I had been through, running 42.2 km would be nothing.
My adrenalin was pumping as I arrived at the Toronto marathon in mid-October of that year. I wondered if I would make it to the end on my feet or in an ambulance. The race began and I could feel the excitement as I reached the 5km and then the 10km marks. At times, I was aware of people cheering along the sidelines but at other times, it was complete silence inside me. It was certainly a time of getting to know my spirit and myself.
For my first marathon, the time I wanted to finish in was 4:30 hours. I completed it in 3:35.
Hello. This is my first blog. I have been posting a lot about my marathon running on Facebook and I’d like to share with you some of the experiences I have been through to become a world athlete.
In 2005 I flew to Ethiopia for the gruelling training which allowed me to run a marathon there. Training in Africa was so different than training in Canada. Even resting was totally different than back home. Training, some mornings meant getting up at one a.m. to run 40 or 50 kilometres in the mountains listening to the hyenas cackling in the darkness while we pushed ourselves to reach our personal bests. Everything was so different – different exercises, different running styles, and all at 10,000 feet above sea level.
It has been quite a journey, which I will share in these blog posts. I’d love to hear about your running regime and where you are at in your training.