Day 3: Finding My Feet

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Day 3 of my London Marathon 2025 training, and my body is already hinting—with all the subtlety of a hippo attempting ballet—that a rest day might be a good idea. It’s surprising how quickly those aches and twinges make themselves known, even at this early stage. It’s a good reminder that rest is just as crucial as the miles you’re clocking, especially when you’re gradually increasing the demands on your body. After all, you wouldn’t expect a vintage car to perform at its best without regular tune-ups, would you?

And now, some rather exciting news: my place in the London Marathon 2025 is officially confirmed! While the public ballot didn’t favor me this year, I’m fortunate to work at a school that receives a guaranteed entry. This is thanks to the hard work of our staff and students, who volunteer their time on race day at the event’s bag drop. They’ll be responsible for ensuring thousands of runners’ belongings are safely stored and retrieved—a task that likely requires the organisational prowess of an air traffic controller and the patience of someone trying to untangle fairy lights.



Reflecting on my previous London Marathon experiences, I’m already feeling a surge of motivation and a renewed sense of determination. In 2023, I learned the importance of pacing myself and staying consistent with my training. It was an incredible journey, and I’m eager to build on that foundation this year. This time, I’m aiming not only to complete the marathon but to push myself further and hopefully smash a new personal best!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to enjoy a well-deserved rest day. Think of it like overfilling a teapot—sometimes a little restraint prevents a scalding mess. Until next time, happy running (or resting), everyone!

P.S. I'd love to hear about your own marathon experiences or training plans – feel free to share them in the comments wherever you found this blog post

Location: Sittingbourne, UK

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