I’m sitting in the back row at the clubs AGM. They are doing the London Ballot places. This is it. This is my last chance to get in to London next year. I can’t look. But I have to look.
The first name is announced.
It’s not mine. But the owner of the name doesn’t want the place so another is read out.
It’s not mine again.
Again not mine. But again there’s rumours that person doesn’t want the place either! What is going on! I can safely say my heart is definitely beating right now! No slow heart rate here! In fact this is probably the fastest my heart rates ever been!
One more name, as a back up, just in case.
My hopes of London 2018 are now completely over.
I won’t lie, I am desperately disappointed by this. I struggle to plaster a smile on my face after that, thankful only of my choice to sit in the back row.
So what does this mean? Other than the obvious of no such run in London in April next year.
Am I the first person to be disappointed they didn’t ‘win’ something? No. Am I the only person who has ever wanted to run the London Marathon? Definitely not!
What’s that saying? ‘Earned, never given’.
So how do I ‘earn’ it?
Well my love you have to run faster!! Plain and simple! Earn that sucker! 11 minutes. 11 minutes is all you need to get that GFA then you can proudly say to yourself ‘You bloody earned that!’. And won’t it feel so much better – and so much more fitting – if you earn it? If you actually have to work for it rather than rely on luck?
I know what I need to do. My hill sprints, my track sessions, my long runs. If I do them then I will get that time. I will do this.
I’m not the first and I won’t be the last but I know my goal for 2018. It’s fine to be disappointed with something but it’s not fine to let it beat you.