Had to use the toilet, didn't to use the porto loo's at Greenwhich Park, so when I got off the train, tried a hotel, then a hotel restaurant, but they weren't having it, I don't like begging for anything but I was desperate still no joy. Finally found a pub and a clean toilet.
I had my plan a Lucozade gel every 30-45 minutes, sports beans, lucozade drink and water, sipping often, I had almost everything I needed stuffed into my marathon belt, and Rob was carrying extras just in case, there would also be two extra tables of Gels, later on in the run I believe mile 17 and 24 something like that anyway. Well things certainly did not go to plan. I had planed to keep around an 11:30-12 pace so I could get in just in or hopefully under the 5-hour mark.
(Bit of an anxious look on my face, don't think I was nervous just ready to start, so many people, so many hopes and dreams, just needed to just get running.)
I was managing to keep a decent pace, nothing to write home about but managing, took some sports beans, drank water and the lucozade drink, by mile 15 I couldn’t bare anything else and made the mad decision not to take any more gels, crazy I know who the hell makes a choice like that? well I did, who the hell runs a marathon I did, so that shows my life choices are not always the best.
I think I lost focus and forgot what I needed to do, I should’ve shoved those gels down my throat even if I puked them up, I just felt sick I wasn’t sick. Last year I ate my way around, munched and muched like a bloody cow chewing the cud, jelly babies, orange slices, whatever anyone threw at me I ate, this year nope hardly anything passed my lips.
There was this tunnel maybe a few miles from the finish where everyone was walking and I felt as if I was in a disaster movie, the tunnel was dark with strip lights on the top running through the middle, there was runners bent over stretching muscles, and holding onto cramping thighs, bottles strewn everywhere, empty gel packets, dropped marathon belts, and everyone was walking I refused to walk, even though I was running so slowly a one year old could of out paced me I pushed myself.
(Mile 14 I know that I'm in trouble, but still trying to push through, there is still a hell of a long way to go.)
Along the way I bumped into two people one girl Angie who I used to dance with back in the day, she screamed my name so loud I had to look as I knew it had to be someone who knew me she hugged the life out of me and sent me on my way.
(Mile 18, still smiling but hurting, it's a mad combination of exhaustion, pride, determination and disappointment that things are not going my way).
A guy who I did not know but who was a friend of a friend and reads my blog, introduced himself before he continued past, this was very early on when I was feeling pretty decent. I had moments where the sun shone and I felt invincible, (early on) when all the kids I passed got a high 5, moments when I thought yes I will get under 5 hours this time.
(Mile 24, Waterloo bridge,thanks for taking such great pictures Rob, this section was packed full of people, urging us runners on, just when we needed it, than you from the bottom of my heart, even though I don't know you I love you!!!!)
(Mile 24 almost 25, just a quick stop to say hello, got about a mile and a quarter to go, but I'm dying, but elated it is almost over, at this point felt as if I was running back wards).
It's all done, God bless, goodie bag in hand, medal around my next, ready to put my feet up and relax.
So glad I wore the tutu it got me so much positive attention and well wishing which was much needed and much appreciated, can't imagine running a marathon without a costume.
To the Deptford Green school kids who were manning a table and recognised me (I taught there a few months back for a day) and tripped out at seeing someone they knew thank you thank you from the bottom of my very tired feet, I would not of made it without you, London I love you.
Well it's all over, I'm up in the hotel room, about to have a shower, then a massage and some food, Lord V.I.P treatment is a blessing.
No I am not getting ready to run again, just fooling around glad it's all over, in fact at this point I am feeling pretty elated, and although it didn't all go to plan, I feel proud of myself.