This was my first (and last) marathon and it was incredible. The support
around the course was unbelievable, especially in the appalling weather. The best bit was feeling like a celebrity with huge crowds of people calling
out my name and telling me that I was looking great and I could do it
(especially valuable when I knew I wasn't and wasn't at all sure I could!)
The worst bit was from Mile 21 when the heavens opened. I have never felt
so cold and wet and miserable in my entire life. Thankfully, two St John's
Ambulance people came running up at The Tower of London and wrapped me in a
foil blanket or I'm sure I'd have turned blue!
By Mile 25, I was convinced
that I was going to give up because I just couldn't make my legs work any
more. Then my family came looking for me, wrapped me in their coats and
helped me stagger along to the Mall. Without them, I'd never have made it
to the end and they even persuaded me to run the last few yards, just so I
could feel the sense of achievement at crossing the line on my own.
It may have taken me 7 hours to complete the course, but it was a unique
experience and it renewed my faith in people. The spectators and other
runners were just amazing and, even though I ran 'on my own' I never felt
alone for a moment.
This time last year, I couldn't have run for a bus and was just starting out
on a walk 1 minute/run 1 minute programme in preparation for my first
charity 10k. Now I feel privileged to have been able to raise money for a
great cause - Phab - while being part of such a great event.