I do no think I need to write about how nervous I have been since the beginning of April. The closer the race date was, the worse it was. On Wednesday, April 24, in London, I was going to collect my race number. The moment I held the printed racing number in my hand, I finally felt that it was happening, and for the first time in my nervousness, I was ultimately thrilled.
In a couple of days, I’m going to London to collect the racing number.
It all went much faster than I expected. I feel a lot of feelings from panic to ecstatic enthusiasm. I can’t believe it anyway. I think the moment of awareness will come when I run through the starting line and then the finish line.
Last summer, I started with more rigorous training when preparing for my second half marathon in October 2018. Previously, my only activity was running and yoga. Later on, I realised that there is no problem for me to breathe, but to keep the legs painless all the distance, so I started with circuit training to strengthen my legs.
From the previous article, you already know that my desire to run the London marathon had been forming in me for a couple of years. When the official ballot for the ticket entry opened at the end of April 2018, I called upon all of my courage and signed up.
Some of you already know that my beginnings in the UK have not been easy at all. One of the crucial things that helped me to overcome difficulties was running. It started with an old pair of trainers which just got me out to a park nearby. I did not look like a runner at all (I wish I looked like one now!). However, all of my little milestones helped me get to where am I now and looking back I can do this cute little review of my running history, so let’s have a look together, this journey is quite fun!
There were difficulties before the race. Ondra had trouble with a chain, and I was not able to get used to my new clip-on pedals. I forgot to take my feet off the pedals promptly so I looked like a victim of domestic violence after our cycling tours. Two days before the race, we were about to take a little ride when one spoke on the front wheel snapped. I got so scared that I forgot to pull my foot out of the pedal again, and I rolled over hitting my face looking like a falling elephant. My knee got hurt, and I hoped that it would be fine by tomorrow though my bike was not.
It was not necessary to set the alarm on my watch because I’m awake at six o’clock in the morning. I was sleeping very lightly. I do not feel either fresh or relaxed. The whole morning reminded me of a nightmare. We’ve done well for the time – showering, breakfast and going out but I missed the fact that another few thousand people were preparing for the race, so we spend most of the time in the car trying to find a free parking space.
When I was fifteen, I had different temporary weekend jobs to boost my budget while studying. I used to work through agencies that mainly specialised in short-term work. I remember one position especially vividly. It was a large cold store of a reputable dealer of fruits and vegetables. My role was simple – I was sorting vegetables and fruit that had been imported by trucks. The food was intended for distribution to well-known supermarkets.
Monday morning; not a morning full of optimism. To dispel resentment I do yoga, meditate, and guess what; sometimes it just does not work, it is Monday after all. When I drive to work, following the usual stop-start roads, I arrive straight in the epicentre of the classic morning traffic jam. Damn, why did I stick to the main route and not take a detour when I could?
You may have heard about this case, a restaurant owner in England was found guilty after using cheaper peanut powder in place of almond powder, which unfortunately cost one customer’s life; a man who very clearly informed the restaurant about his allergy.