Happy February! Today is a special day. Not just because it is the first day of a new month. It’s special because today marks my two year anniversary in London. It was exactly two years ago that I landed at Heathrow with more bags than I could carry, fresh new Visa in-hand. I was excited and nervous and jet-lagged. My husband, who I hadn’t seen in a month, was there waiting for me. Some days, that day seems like it was five minutes ago. Other days, it feels like an eternity. So much has happened since then (And my hair is so much longer now!)
My husband has a British passport, so he was able to move before I could. While I sent away for my Visa in November of that year, it didn’t actually arrive until the second last day of January. I was on a flight the very next evening.
In that time, I was stuck in a weird sort of life-limbo in Toronto. I was working for the London office of my company from Toronto and living in my empty house that was prepared for our newly signed tenants. To take my mind off the weirdness of it all, I spent my spare time running and Googling races I dreamed of doing once I moved to the UK. I fantasized about running along Tower Bridge and stopping at quaint little pubs post-run for a hearty lunch by a fireplace. I thought about all the cool European travel I would do, and the adventures we would go on. Little did I know that not only would I rack up 16 races in just two years, but I would complete my first triathlon AND sign up for my second marathon – something I SWORE I would never do following my first marathon in 2013.
I guess I just needed a little distance from my first marathon. While I will always remember it as one of the greatest accomplishments of my life, I will also remember it as the hardest thing I have ever done, both physically and mentally.
Now, two years after moving to London and four years after my first marathon, I feel like I’m in a much better place. I feel confident about the upcoming Geneva Marathon. Dare I say I even feel excited for training. This isn’t a matter of if I can do it anymore. If I could do it before, I know I can do it again. And this time, I’m going to be better, faster and less emotional! (Read: no spontaneous outbursts of fearful tears every couple of weeks!)
While I didn’t get into the London Marathon (Again! Boo!), I am using their Intermediate Training Plan for my race. I am legitimately excited for each session. I don’t have the same paralysing anxiety I had leading into my first 42.2. Something is definitely different this time.
This is also the first time ever that I have followed a training plan so specifically. I used to be pretty lackadaisical. I’d just do my long runs and give it my all on race day. But this time, I’m not screwing around. I am voluntarily NOT drinking (too much) wine on nights before my long runs. I have even resurrected my maintenance exercises from my physiotherapist to ensure that I don’t encounter any IT band injuries again.
In January alone, I ran more than 100km. I don’t feel burnt out or exhausted. I feel excellent. This is Week 4. There are 13 more to go. Hello February! Let’s do this!
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