
Running on Sunday
Not that I have run any other marathons…but that was tough.
The pre-race organisation was impressive, with free water, plenty of loos, loads of trucks for baggage storage and loads of stewards. But it was already hot - I was standing around in my running shorts and top, applying both vaseline and sun-tan and the sun was burning bright. There were a few wispy clouds but it was not overcast as promised.
I met up with Gerrard, a colleague who was also running for PSP. We took to our starting pen (each runner is assigned a starting pen or block according to their predicted pace).
We started up at our 10-minute mile pace, and ran that for the first 10 miles, but the heat made it a lot harder than we thought. We slowed our pace as we approached the half way mark, which we passed after two hours fifteen minutes - so on schedule for our four hour thirty target.
However, it dawns on you that you still have 13 miles to go and it’s getting hotter. The balance of the intake of water/Lucozade/jelly babies was not east either.
The area around the Isle of Dogs was tough - from 16-18 miles. The crowds had thinned out and there were still ten or so miles to go.
Then at twenty miles, as we were eventually heading towards Buckingham Palace, my right thigh seized up. And I could barely walk, let alone run. It was tough.
I never thought I wouldn’t make it, but there were times I wondered how I would.
But I pushed ok, and the crowds helped loads. And seeing more of those who’d come to cheer me on (more on that to come) really helped. And the miles ticked off slowly.
And then passing through Parliament Square, the end was nigh. I ran most of the last mile but it was hard.
I eventually made it over the finish line in 5:14:59, slower than I was aiming for, but I’ll settle for that. The emotions as I crossed the line were high - it was an amazing, but really tough achievement.
I definitely won’t be back next year! In fact, if you see my at the start line, getting ready to race, you have my permission to shoot me.
Who knows what the future holds though…