Yesterday I ran the Marathon. It was my first, after I quit smoking in April last year. It took me 4 hours and 17 minutes to complete the course. A bit slower than I hoped to be but considering the circumstances it is a good time.
But besides the time, classification and the professional race, there was something more which made this run so much more special. The thousands of runners which were running for a charity and were raising money for a special cause. Many of us far from being experienced runners but every single one with a reason. And we suffered, man I tell you we suffered.
But it seems like the spectators and the crowds around felt this and gave everything in their power to keep us running. People picking names from the T-shirts of the runners and screaming support over and over again, kids offering sweets, local shops and pubs offering chocolate bars and fruits, the reverend blessing you, the bands playing, the marshals struggling to provide you water and on every corner the crowds cheering and applauding.
All this created a positive vibe I have never ever seen before, it was like the whole city tried to stand up and show that there are positive people and that it is fun to be good.
We also raised more than £900 for handicapped kids and I want to pass on the thank you that one little girl in the wheelchair had written on a sheet of paper close to the start. I know the thank you was not only for the runners but for all the people making this event so special.