I realised very early on that not only was Paula's record was going to be safe for another year, but that I wasn't going to make my target time of between 4.30 and 4.45. There was only one thing for it - I was going to enjoy myself and finish with a smile on my face, which I did.
The support along the route was overwhelming. The crowds at Canary Wharf just blew me away and I still get a little choked up just thinking about it. And I'm sure I wasn't the only one to wipe a few tears away on Birdcage Walk and the Mall.
My time? A truly pedestrian 6.13 - almost 90 minutes outside my only other marathon time. The chest infection picked up during the taper had not cleared and I started coughing up lots of gunk at Horse Guards and haven't stopped since.
I was probably lucky to finish at all. Headed out to Heathrow but simply didn't have the energy for a shower. Improvisation kicked in, however, and I'm sure the duty-free perfume testers saved my fellow passengers from an unpleasant flight to Edinburgh. My fleece now has a lovely Chanel No.19 aura about it.
In the words of Arnie, I'll be back!