Personalized Marathon Training Plan Guide
Preparing for a marathon requires a systematic training plan. RunBox AI coach creates a customized 16-20 week marathon training plan based on your fitness level, goal time, and available training time.
Why Choose an AI-Customized Marathon Training Plan?
- Personalized Assessment: Based on your running experience and fitness condition
- Smart Adjustments: Training intensity optimizes automatically with progress
- Scientific Pacing: Based on your target finish time
- Injury Prevention: Reasonable intensity progression to avoid injuries
a true warrior faces harsh reality head on, a reflection on my first marathon
I am already a full marathon runner. I have repeated this sentence countless times. These past few days, I've been swelling with pride, and not just internally—my legs are also swollen. They ache a bit, and I can feel my muscles quietly growing. This swelling, both inside and out, has made it impossible for me to calm down and write my race report.
Excuse me, where is the tavern? The shepherd boy points to Apricot Blossom Village from afar.
Yes, my destination is Chizhou, Anhui, where Apricot Blossom Village is located. There is also Mount Jiuhua and Ping Tian Lake, making it a serene small town with mountains and water. Most importantly, there are the overly enthusiastic members of the 789 Running Group. They not only arranged a big red round bed for me but also organized a meal with over 100 members. With such VIP treatment, I almost considered settling down in Chizhou.
I later found out that the dinner included many elites, including the women's full marathon champion. Thick-skinned as I am, I shamelessly considered myself part of the runners' community. Although I hadn't completed a full marathon at that time, it didn't stop me from pretending to greet the elites. While they discussed podium finishes and breaking three hours, I quietly posted on my social media: 'Place your bets on tomorrow's results. Friendly reminder: the range is unlimited, including the possibility of dropping out.'
Those who guess correctly will receive a small gift, announced on my public account (secretly attracting attention to my account).
Obviously, I was once again teased by over 300 people.
From breaking the Asian record to dropping out, people placed bets on everything. Some even guessed at which kilometer I might drop out. However, most were serious runners, and the majority guessed a range of 3:55 to 4:30, indicating that they were well aware of my level.
I went to bed early; the bed was very comfortable. Nothing eventful happened, although I did hope for some incident. Resting up, I still looked forward to my first full marathon.
The start and finish line were at Ping Tian Lake. The morning weather was very cool, perfect for running. On my way from the hotel to the starting point, I noticed some people jogging. Normally, local runners would all be participating in the race today. This shows that running has attracted more and more participants. Running a marathon in such cool weather is truly fortunate.
At the starting point, I finally entered the A zone. Looking at the large number of runners in the B zone, I felt immense satisfaction. Finally, I was no longer associated with them; from today, I am a full marathon runner. For the first time, I was so close to the starting arch.
I was mentally prepared for the challenges of a full marathon. I understood that a full marathon is not just the sum of two half marathons. So, after starting, I kept telling myself to go slow. There were still 41 kilometers to go. With such wise and clear-headed guidance, I believed today would go smoothly. But reality proved this was just wishful thinking.
Problems arose quickly. After just over a kilometer, my calves started to ache and the pain intensified. I wondered if I would have to drop out. Could it be over before it even started? This is a man's greatest sorrow. I kept thinking about what went wrong. After much contemplation, I blamed the calf sleeves, as it was my first time running with them. So, I decisively stopped and pulled the sleeves down to my ankles. After running a bit more, the calf pain disappeared, and I could run normally.
Feeling comfortable all over, even the cheers from the crowd felt more powerful. Schoolchildren cheered for runners at their school gates, and the crowd occupied both sides of the track. In this pleasant state, I ran into Apricot Blossom Village. It is said that this section of the track has some undulations, but with my good condition, these minor ups and downs were nothing. I had no problem at all, running while enjoying the scenery of the shepherd boy's Apricot Blossom Village. Green trees surround the village, and the hills outside the town are slanted—a true paradise.
At 10 kilometers, I took my first energy gel, with the remaining three planned for 20, 30, and 35 kilometers.
In the blink of an eye, I passed 20 kilometers, even having time to show off on social media. I even had time to read and reply to comments. This shows how relaxed I was. When I passed 21 kilometers, I felt very emotional. Finally, I could explore the world beyond 21 kilometers. It wasn't as terrifying as I thought. My legs were still strong and firm.
This ability to easily control my legs was fascinating. Running while secretly admiring myself, I already felt a bit inflated. At the turnaround point, I proudly greeted my friends on the opposite side, feeling confident about the upcoming track. Because I reached 30 kilometers at 2:41. As usual, I showed off on social media and replied to comments. Then I started calculating: even if I walked to the finish line from here, I could still break four hours.
The happiest time came. Having reached 30 kilometers, I thought the full marathon was just like this. The next 2 kilometers were the easiest part of the run. If I had any concerns between 20 and 30 kilometers, they were completely gone after 30 kilometers. Only 10 kilometers left, and it was just under 3 hours. Oh, it was so easy. At this time, I had reached the core scenic area of Ping Tian Lake, with clear waters and blue skies. Everywhere was lush and green, with birds singing and flowers blooming. Such a scene, even a hundred poems couldn't express my boundless pride.
However, this was the last bit of madness. Approaching 33 kilometers, my right leg seemed to cramp. So I started walking, thinking it was time to rest. I had just taken a salt pill at 30 kilometers and another at 15 kilometers, so there shouldn't be much of a problem. It must be just fatigue. Even Kenyan runners get tired at this point, which is normal. Fortunately, the scenery of Ping Tian Lake was nice, so I treated it as a hike. Occasionally, I could run a few steps, but mostly I walked.
But this wasn't the worst part. At this point, my clothes started to cause trouble. My shorts were chafing my thighs, you know what I mean. It wasn't too bad, just a bit, nothing serious. I didn't realize when my two lovely band-aids, soaked with sweat, had fallen off. When I finally noticed, the chafing had already caused some pain. Now, my legs were slightly apart, like a bow-legged person. I held my vest carefully, walking like someone who had just been assaulted, looking a bit disheveled. The critical hits to my upper and lower body also affected my spirit, making me even more reluctant to run.
I kept thinking about the last energy gel, my final hope. I hoped that after taking it, I would immediately revive and reclaim the race that had assaulted me. After reaching 35 kilometers, I took the last gel and some other supplies. I thought I could make the final sprint. Little did I know, the energy used to eat was my last bit of strength.
The world beyond 35 kilometers was tearless. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't obey.
The world beyond 35 kilometers came with a vengeance. Once I stopped, I couldn't restart. The decline came so swiftly.
The world beyond 35 kilometers was muddled. My mind was a mess, and my wise and calm thinking was gone, leaving only mechanical forward movement.
The world beyond 35 kilometers was cruel and ruthless. Every difficult step was a critical hit. The further I went, the harder the hits.
Completely exhausted, I finally understood the toughness of a marathon. I watched helplessly as the 4-hour pacer passed me. I wanted to run, but every cell in my body refused to move. I wanted to keep up, but my pace was clearly too slow. I wanted to save myself, but such dangerous thoughts quickly vanished. So, I gave up breaking four hours, gave up on myself, and gave up trying.
Not only did I give up on myself, but I also evilly persuaded those walking with me to give up resistance. Look, your pace is similar to mine, why keep running? So, I successfully convinced a few more people to walk with me, feeling a bit more balanced.
The extended time made the track feel longer, with each kilometer seeming so far away. The last few kilometers seemed endless. My lower body was extremely fatigued, and my legs struggled to move. But my upper body was relatively normal, so my hands couldn't be idle. I started making phone calls.
"Where are you?"
"Over 39 kilometers."
"Hurry, I'm almost at 41 kilometers. I'll walk slowly and wait for you."
So, I slowed my pace even more. Walking and waiting, I didn't know how long, occasionally looking back, but still no sign of anyone.
"Where are you now?"
"Over 40 kilometers."
"I'm almost there. I'm getting ready to finish. I want to go home."
"I want to go home."
"I want to go home."
I repeated many times, I want to go home.
Seeing the finish line approaching, I no longer cared about the time, knowing I had far exceeded four hours. As I sighed and lamented, feeling dejected, a girl suddenly caught up from behind. "Dai Wuyan, let's run together!" I shook my head, thinking I had already given up. Besides, how could I run now? My legs were already stiff. But at that moment, the girl had already reached me, grabbed my arm, and started running.
No, please spare me, heroine, brave girl, please spare me. I am already an exhausted middle-aged man, unable to endure such torment. I strongly condemn this disrespectful behavior towards the elderly and protest vehemently. I want a revolution; I want to resist.
But I had no strength to resist, only able to grimace as I was dragged into a forced run. I was a victim, like a rusty tractor suddenly being dragged by a Ferrari. This broken tractor was on the verge of falling apart, while the Ferrari didn't care, just kept pressing the accelerator, speeding away. The Ferrari's powerful engine sound completely drowned out the tractor's creaking moans. With overwhelming force, we crossed the finish line in a flash.
This 100-meter sprint almost turned me from a victim into a casualty.
I never expected, never in a million years, that I would lose my dignity like this. I used to think crossing the finish line was a common thing. Having seen so many finish lines, I had a calm heart. But this time was different. This was a finish line I ran to step by step, using all my strength, grimacing for several kilometers. When I crossed the finish line, my heart began to swell, and it hasn't stopped since.
I am now a full marathon runner.
A full marathon is a full marathon. Only 42.195 kilometers is a complete marathon, allowing one to truly savor the full feast of running. A full marathon gives more time to reflect on life and to appreciate the choices made at that moment. Isn't it good to live well? Why run these 42 kilometers? Who am I, where did I come from, where am I going? Such simple questions, I couldn't remember at one point. The further I went, the more I understood how much pain I could endure and how many hardships I could withstand. Only the distance of a full marathon can reveal the true essence, the bittersweet, and the little universe within oneself.
Thank you, marathon, for letting me experience a new level of physical suffering. Although my ability is limited, it doesn't stop me from pursuing higher, faster, and stronger athletic spirit. I am hooked; I want to master a stronger body and use a stronger spirit to conquer more 42 kilometers. When one can control their strength with ease, only then can they truly enjoy the fun of running. A marathon is not just about pain; it's more about the satisfaction and understanding of one's abilities.
Without a doubt, see you at the next 42.195.
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