Whhhoooooooooohhhhh!!!! London Marathon 2013 #DONE
Confession time - 6 weeks ago I ran the Milton Keynes half marathon, I picked up an injury in both my lower legs (a form of shin splints) and decided to go to the physio. 4 sessions later and after being told not to run, I cross trained, swam and cycled for the following weeks. I was gutted as up to that after 300+ miles training and a 15 mile long run I was doing well.
I decided not to share with you all as I had already carried over my place from 2012 due to
fracturing my fibula (maybe I am just not cut out to run!) it was a case of now or never! So on the morning of the marathon, I had in fact not run for 6 weeks, I was nervous how things were going to unravel.
The morning was buzzing and the atmosphere was amazing, on the train and within the start areas.
My brother and Jen were all going from different starts so we had already split up. This gives you time to contemplate and get your kit sorted, stick your bag in one of the massive lorry's and have a water break.
Then you find your pen (sounds like a herd of sheep!) which is based on your times and wait to file to the start line.
Your off..... running as soon as you pass the start.
The start has everyone buzzing, you are within a housing estate and there are speed humps. It was really funny, each speed hump had two stewards with a board saying 'HUMP' and they were shouting at everyone saying 'Hump' - that's it I thought, my job for 2014! Some of the stewards had obviously got bored and had made up little 'Hump' songs to entertain themselves.
At mile 3 my legs were already in pain from my shin splints, I had not really totally recovered and they were playing up. I really thought at this point there was no chance of me completing the course. I was already a minute or more slower than my usual running pace.
My family and friends were at mile 9, I knew I had to at least see them and keep going. When I turned the corner at Canada water and saw my family I was in tears, it was totally overwhelming, I needed to see them to keep me going!
I then saw them again at mile 11, grabbed some ibuprofen off my mum and carried on. Thankfully the painkillers kicked in and I then was able to manage a bit more of a run rather than the run/walk I had been doing. I knew by now that time was no big thing, I just had to finish.
When we rounded the corner to the half way point of Tower bridge I had a huge smile on my face, it was an awesome view and fantastic crowds pushed you on. I had to stop and take a piccy myself!
The Muscular Dystrophy cheer point at tower bridge was amazing, they were soooooo loud.
I saw more friends at mile 17 in Canary wharf which was again a great lift. It helped me split up the distance into chunks as I knew prior to the day where people were going to be.
I found this quote which sums up the race well
"I tell our runners to divide the race into thirds. Run the first part with your head, the middle part with your personality, and the last part with your heart."
I caught up with many fellow 'Muscular Dystrophy' runners on the way round which was great to see them, many of whom are now great 'Facebook' friends. We had a fantastic forum on Facebook for MD where we all shared how our training was going, these people are now my 'Orange' family!
20 miles was hard onwards... my legs were now starting to hurt again and I really found it hard to walk or run, sometimes it was actually easier to run for some reason, so I plodded on, spurred on by an elderly lady who overtook me at the point (how very dare she!!) I thought if she is still running I bloomin well am too!
Embankment miles 23-25 were soooooooooo long, they just seemed to stretch forever. Being so slow also had its disadvantages, by this time crowds were dispersing (although by no means was it too quiet and people were still egging you on) the roads were full of water/lucozade bottles and sticky from energy gels, people were sweeping the streets and tidying the water stations, it felt like everyone was packing up.... not really the motivator I needed at this point. However the crowds were still fantastic and people said the most lovely things as you passed which either had me on a real high or an emotional wreck as I thought about why I was doing all this. I cried through the entire 'Blackfriars underpass' as it was so overwhelming.
I passed Big Ben just as the clock was chiming 5.45pm (over 6 hours after starting) and turning the corner to run down the Mall was a complete blur. I gave it my all and managed a sprint (of sorts) finish, took a few strides over the finish line and was swept up by my brother who had waited for me. I proudly took my medal and enjoyed the massive feeling of completing a challenge which has been part of my life for 2 years. So, I completed the London Marathon 2013 in 6 hours and 42 minutes, I was never going to break any records for style, elegance or speed, because of my injury, but I was going to complete that darn marathon if it killed me! I am now going to take a few months off before my next challenge.......... sod just running...... so I'm entered into
Stowe Triathlon in July! anyone fancy joining me?
Sweepstake update still to come, I am just confirming all times and winners! watch this space............
LONDON MARATHON 2013 #DONE