We did it. We ran the Geneva Marathon, and I am so damn proud of us. I beat my PB by a whopping 17 minutes, finishing the race in We set off for Geneva on Friday night after work. That was a good start. The weather was absolutely abysmal on Saturday.
With heavy rain all day, and more rain in the forecast, I was having a bit of a meltdown about the whole situation. We went to the race village to pick up our bibs. The atmosphere was a bit gloomy and I had a deep sense of anxiety.
I was imagining running a marathon in the pouring rain. I had visions of blisters and agony. Tears and despair. Four months of hard training GONE! I was not in a good head space. Faking confidence and willing the rain to stopβ¦. For those of you that have done a marathon, you know there is actually a marathon before the marathon. It is called the Anxiety Marathon. I obsessively checked the weather. I worried about walking too much. I worried about performing well.
I fretted about hydration and food. I thought I could feel a niggle in my knee. A tickle in my throat. Basically, I was convinced everything was falling apart. I laid out my clothes. Fussed about them. I made a little sign for my back to promote my blog! Hi Marie! I also had sunglasses ambitiously! As luck would have it, there was a running store next door to our hotel so we went in and bought some sleeves for an extortionate price 60 CHF!!!!
We ended the evening with a pasta dinner we made ourselves in our hotel room, which thankfully came with a little kitchen.
