The 13 emotional states of a marathon

So, you think you can run a marathon?
Youâre doing the training, youâre eating right, youâve all the right gear, your body is feeling good and you find it easy to motivate yourself.
Put a check mark next to all those traits and youâre onto a winner.
However, nothing can truly prepare you for the emotional roller coaster of running a marathon.
There will be highs (usually after sucking the life out of a gel packet), lows, tears, mind games, laughter, resilience, resignation, spiritual rebirth and glory among other irrational feelings.
Now, donât panic and think positive.
Once youâre aware of the potential stages your mind can go through you can flag them and deal with each situation. So, here are 13 emotional states that you might encounter at various times on the day.
If youâre not nervous the morning of a marathon then you are probably unable to feel any emotion - you lucky fecker!
The butterflies are fluttering around the stomach and the harsh realisation of what you are about to embark on is very much at the forefront of your mind.
The race begins, the crowded streets bring acclaim and, after a couple of miles, the nerves have died. You start to enjoy the race.
Itâs quite easy, this running lark, isnât it?
The crowds dissipate as the race meanders into less populated territory along motorways and through industrial estates.
You chat to fellow runners with, âHow many have you done?â, being a common opening line. You start to feel like an athlete and these are your people. Youâre where you belong and it feels good.
The talking has stopped and you are glancing at your watch. You still feel okay physically but as the minutes pass away you realise that this is no training run. Itâs the real thing and you will be doing 26.2 miles today.
All your friends and family are aware of it too, so thereâs no pulling out now.
Now the mind games with yourself begin. You list a thousand reasons in your head as to why you need to get to the finish line in the best shape you possibly can and begin to calculate what time youâll get there in if you keep a certain pace.
You know there will be diminishing returns so you are faced with a dilemma: Put time in the bank or hold back and keep a steady pace?
Time goals are sometimes thrown away at this point as getting to the tape becomes the top priority. Your survival is valued above all else.
The mind is growing ever darker and the negative thoughts are setting in. You wonder if you can actually complete this mammoth distance at all.
The 20-mile run you did two weeks previous to the race left you stiff and sore and today you have an extra 6.2 miles to do.
This is daunting but itâs a natural thing and youâll soon realise the training you did is going to get that weary body over the line no matter what.
Not before things get a lot more hormonal, though.
You and you alone decided to do a marathon but itâs everybody elseâs fault anyway.
A lively half-marathon runner sees you struggling, comes gliding past tapping you on the back with an encouraging word and you think, âItâs alright for them, they only have 13 miles to do, bloody wusses.â
Youâll feel like shouting at this lovely person but your energy levels are so sapped a barely audible grunt is all you can muster.
Youâll meet them later at baggage claim and give them a hug.
And what about the pesky organisers?
âWhere did they put that finish line, feckinâ Donegal? What kind of an idiot devised a route with so many hills? This is a stupid race, never again!â
So on and so forth.
âIâm in so much pain. Why did I do this to myself? I canât run. Why did I think I could run? Nobody on earth could possibly understand how sore my hips and back feel right now!â
Youâve never known chafing quite like it and the salty sweat from your forehead is running into your eyes and mouth. Thatâs the taste of self-loathing.
It always comes when you least expect it and will sweep on for a mile or two as you begin to adapt and think that you may actually be able to finish this thing.
It doesnât last long, though, you know you need to use it, so you speed up and very soon after, slow down again.
The pain returnsâŠ.. the searing, brutal pain of your naivety.
In a moment of almost spiritual enlightenment, your soul is detached from your body in motion below, putting one foot in front of the other in the pursuit of a piece of metal to wear around your neck.
Everything is clear now. The world has been freed of complication and you see everything in a different light. If you can survive this race, you can do anything. World domination awaits as soon as you cross the finish line.
All of this is soon discarded, though, as the pain returns!
As soon as you reach the 24-mile mark and see all the people clapping and cheering you, youâll be lifted from your hell.
The 26-mile marker will induce a sprint - well, youâll think itâs a sprint, but itâs more of a lively, awkward jog to observers - as your urgency levels are heightened by sight of the finish line.
âItâs nearly over!!!â
Your aching body and muscles mean youâre quite vulnerable, so youâre a big bag of emotion at the finish line. Thereâs no need to worry about tears, though, as youâre so dehydrated itâs impossible to cry.
With a marathon medal around your neck youâll start to look at people in the street and ask yourself if they have done a marathon. You reason that they probably havenât and that they are obviously inferior beings to your good self.
Humility does not return to normal levels for at least three months.
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