This is my account of the Brighton Marathon 2015.
Sunday morning- 02:00hrs (12th April).
Things were not going according to how I had envisioned on the morning
of my first attempt at running a marathon in under three hours. Below my hotel
room was the steady thumping of disco music combined with the cacophony of
voices, laughter and cheering from a party that the hotel was hosting. I won’t
try to pretend to you that I remained calm. I wished I could say I had, but
even my intensive meditation this week could not contain my anger at being
placed right above a party. I had even asked the hotel to put us in a quiet
room. Things started to deteriorate for me when I started to hear the plumbing from
various other rooms. In the end I went down to complain to the duty manager of
the hotel; call me a spoil sport but they had a number of other guests staying who were running the
marathon that day and I felt well within my rights. Luckily I managed to
squeeze in four hours sleep, but I knew things were not going according to
plan. I knew I wasn’t in the right mind set, there was no doubt I was feeling
sorry for myself and was very frustrated, but I tried to be positive. I thought
about how champion runners would have dealt with the situation and realised
they would have got on with the job.