For a while now I’ve been looking for my first marathon. A couple of years of running equates to a couple of years of building the marathon up to a mythical status, so it’s only natural that I’m picking my first one with great care.
I want my first time to be special. Fnar.
One that caught my eye was the Northampton Running Festival, which takes place in the beautiful grounds of Delapre Abbey on 31st March.
Nice location? Check.
Local to me? Check.
Hundreds of tiny laps? Check.
That last one is a bit of an exaggeration; it’s actually made up of twelve 3.5km laps. Now, I don’t know about you, but that strikes me as a bit, well, lappy.
So, let’s have a discussion…
How many laps do you think you could break a marathon into before you started going a bit mad and/or throwing up all over your timing chip?
For example, 26.2 miles is roughly equivalent to 2700 laps of an average-sized kitchen. As well as making yourself dizzy, it’s difficult to achieve a PB when you stop at the biscuit tin every other lap.
Combine the two, and you have a bloke in a vest sicking up jammie dodgers onto their dog*. As images go, it’s not quite as inspirational as Mo Farah winning the Olympic 10000m.
*Google image search, you’ve let me down.