Marathon eve. Andy’s nerves have finally kicked in. Rich is reading Murakami. And Spencer Matthews has just told the world that a marathon is easy.
That’s where this one starts. Rich and Andy take the comment apart - the context he tried to give it, why it still doesn’t hold up, and what it does to the single mum running three times a week who hears “easy” and wonders why it’s so hard for her. Rich gives it a name: the modern-day influencer ivory tower. Say something polarising, let the algorithm do the rest, and if people take it the wrong way, that’s a them problem.
Then it’s into the real stuff. Andy is running York with Johnny tomorrow - Johnny’s first marathon, Andy’s 15th. They’ve done the gold, silver, bronze conversation like any coaching client: sub 3:40, sub 3:45, sub 4. Going out at 5:15s, seeing what’s in the tank at 30K. Johnny’s head is all over the place - his entire Instagram feed is marathons, gels, contradictions, and a thousand things his dad’s already told him.
Andy lays out what 14 marathons have taught him: the race starts at 30K. Everything before that is about staying calm, not weaving, not accelerating, not spending mental energy on whether you’ve got it today. Get to 30K relaxed and then it’s less than an hour in the office. And the thing nobody tells you - when the pain hits at 33K, it’s a disaster (or isit!!); when it hits at 38K, you can push through. Same pain. Different distance to go. That’s not your body. That’s your brain deciding what’s possible.
Rich brings in Murakami: pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. He walks through what he learned at Valencia - shorten the stride, drive the arms, increase the cadence, coach yourself out loud if you have to - versus Paris, where he admits he mentally checked out.
And then Andy turns it on Rich. No watch, no phone, no data, no plan for four months - and now 6,500 runners, a 3:15 pacer, and a course with 160m of elevation. Rich admits it: he’s never felt more relaxed before a marathon. Because for the first time, he’s got an excuse to fail.
Plus: Gary’s first ultra, 57 miles Glasgow to Edinburgh, just under 13 hours. Stacey executing Chelmsford Half. Jane at Blickling this weekend. And the Yorkshire pudding wrap debate that Andy is refusing to lose.