I’ve been offered a place in the New York Marathon this November. The Big One in the Big Apple. Over 40,000 people chasing their way through the 5 boroughs of NYC. How cool would that be?
I’m trying to weight it up in my mind and here’s where I’ve got…
My reasons not to run a marathon
- I’m too young, that’s for “old” people – there are guys and girls in their 80s still running marathons.
- I hear it’s more addictive than crack cocaine, so will end up doing 50 of them by the time I’m 50.
- It’s a gateway drug – you’re only step away from an ultra-marathon like the Marathon des Sables across the Sahara Desert.
- It could be an expensive hobby, if I set the bar at NYC and want the biggest and best.
- I like having ankles, knees and hips that work and are mine. And aren’t made from plastic.
- I prefer running faster, not longer – give me a sub 40 min 10km any day.
- Lastly, I’ve no Kenyan or Ethiopian blood, so unlikely to ever win one.
Reasons to run a marathon
- I’d be following in the footsteps of some of Ireland’s greatest athletes – Eamonn Coghlan, Sonia O’Sullivan and John Treacy.
- My brother John would probably have a laugh at the idea of a goalkeeper turning into a runner. Of course, he’d say he’d still beat me.
- There are so many good names I could put on my t-shirt which would get the Yanks shouting support: “Go Horse Power”; “Dapower in D’apple”; “Daithí ag rith troid an Úla Mór”.
- There’s a piece of me that knows I can break the 3 hour mark. Someday.
- It’s all about fundraising for our national children’s hospital in Crumlin.
So what do you think?? What would you do?
Or should I just get over this fitness fad and start watching more Family Guy, playing snooker or darts, and building up a collection of exotic beers from all over the world. But I suppose I could do all that anyway after the race. Plus, surely the beer tastes WAY better after a jog from Tramore to Dungarvan.