Hannah Law

Last September I participated in the Blackmores Sydney Running Festival Half Marathon. Crazy, I know.

We ran all from Kirribilli to the Opera House, and everywhere else in between. I found the first 9km pretty smooth (probably because that’s how far I’ve been running when I train), had a lull between 9 and 14km but when I hit the 2/3 mark I got a psychological boost. It didn’t last long though and I was struggling again between 16 and 18km but then I was on the home stretch!

I just kept telling myself it was a “really long run” and I think that’s what got me through. Although, I also made several mental notes that no matter how satisfied I felt after the run, I never wanted to do one again. Never. Anyway, I finished the half marathon in 1hr 48m and really impressed myself because I was just hoping to break the 2 hr mark!

Now, in the same way mums apparently forget how painful childbirth is, I seem to have forgotten how bad the half marathon really was. So I’m contemplating doing another one!

What do you reckon: are marathons worth enduring the pain for the satisfaction or am I better off being comfortable on the couch?

Watch out for the puddle! Courtesy of Broken Hearted Runner

Went for a run in the rain last night. Ok, it wasn’t just raining it was pissing down.

My flatmate told me to take my floaties. I didn’t but I probably should have: I was drenched before I made it to the end of the street. For some illogical reason, the rain actually made me run faster. I think my subconscious was tricked into thinking it might get me out of the rain faster.

I also discovered that jumping in puddles is still as fun as it was when I was five years old!