So that's my fourth marathon done if you include last year's 2 tunnels ultra (which of course I do). Numbers 5, 6 and 7 already booked with 5 & 6 happening on the same day in June.
What am I thinking? 18 months ago I'd barely laced up a pair of trainers since school and now I'm planning to run 53 miles.
Anyway I'll save you the detailed race report. Marathon running is hard and that's why I enjoy it.
Brighton was especially emotional for me as last year's was my first 26.2 but the achievement was overshadowed by my partner Serena being admitted to hospital a couple of days before the event with a kidney infection that turned out to be cancer. Fortunately she recovered and was able to join me in town for the weekend this year, but it goes without saying that last year was a stressful time and running was a helpful distraction at times.
The whole thing hit me a bit around mile 9 as a runners high kicked in, the soundtrack on my headphones, the sunshine, the memory of how worried I was running that same route a year ago, and knowing that Serena would be there at the finish line this year. I definitely shed a tear or two at that moment.
So there we go, Brighton marathon has become pretty special to me, and not just because it was my first. Don't think I'll ever have a good time through the power station segment but I've already signed up for 2019 and with another year's running under my belt who knows?
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