It's been an absolute age since I last wrote a blog. 5 months in fact! It's not for lack of things to write about. Or necessarily lack of time to share all the ups and downs. More that I would get halfway through writing something and think: "no one wants to read this crap anyway," and that was that, an unfinished half memory of what could have been.
On reflection... oh no, not that word. Please no big soppy tale Tom... There's nothing to moan about really. I was thinking how wonderful 2013 was for me. Probably the best year of my life (so far)... I took on some almighty challenges. Felt the extreme highs and lows of love and life. Finally realised I should appreciate my family (took my time). I shared epic moments with friends and picked up a new best friend along the way. I had next to no responsibilities in 2013. No job, a lack of attention for Uni work, and so it pains me to think that this may be one of the most adventurous years I ever have... Who knows? Work can be fun right? We'll see.
On reflection... oh no, not that word. Please no big soppy tale Tom... There's nothing to moan about really. I was thinking how wonderful 2013 was for me. Probably the best year of my life (so far)... I took on some almighty challenges. Felt the extreme highs and lows of love and life. Finally realised I should appreciate my family (took my time). I shared epic moments with friends and picked up a new best friend along the way. I had next to no responsibilities in 2013. No job, a lack of attention for Uni work, and so it pains me to think that this may be one of the most adventurous years I ever have... Who knows? Work can be fun right? We'll see.
Marathon Time
I started the year with a goal. The Manchester Marathon. I developed a 15 week training programme to take me right through to race day. I mostly stuck to this plan through January and February, with some hiccups in March and a fortnight break in April to fit in the most memorable 2 weeks of my entire life (more on that later). I had neglected my role as Cycling Club Road Vice Captain for the past 3 months and come race day I felt that it was at least worth the commitment. I ran within myself 'til halfway. It was there that I spotted my family and girlfriend cheering me on! That was the boost I needed to unleash the overeager excitement and lose control of my mind and with that my ability to keep my desired pace; I just let my feet take me on. I ran for 10km at ~4:35/km. Pretty fast considering I started at 5:00/kms. I obviously paid for this later. The final 3km my legs felt as though they were made of lead. Sweaty clenched fists painfully uncurled and a finishers medal was thrust over my head.