Last week I reached day 41 - which means marathon 41, which means I have officially broken my own record. 41 marathons in 41 days. I wouldn’t have thought this was possible last year, the day after I ran 40 marathons in 40 days. And yet: here I am.
People keep asking how I’m feeling, and that’s a difficult question to answer because mostly I am feeling tired. Not just tired - exhausted. Not just exhausted - bone weary. Yesterday was the worst 24 hours I’ve had so far: we had a delayed flight and missed a flight and I ended up only getting two hours of sleep. We were supposed to go to Dubai, and I’m not very good when plans change. I like things to be set and fixed, and when they get changed (especially if it’s out of our control) I find that very hard. Especially because the airline could have helped us out but didn’t - there was no consideration for the fact that I have to run a marathon every day. I was pretty upset, frustrated, angry, exhausted... All the emotions. I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted at the moment.
Physically, too. The strain of a marathon every single day is taking its toll and my feet are really suffering. Some days it seems superhuman to keep going.
But this thing is so immensely powerful, this movement that we’re making is so incredible, the energy we’re building is so phenomenal… For now, all I can do is put one foot in front of the other, one day at a time. Your support really helps.