Beware the curse of the discarded drinks bottle!!!
10 miles in and everything was going fine, with a nice even pace and plenty in reserve for a storming finish, when I got 'nudged' by a fellow runner desperate to grab a bottle from the drinks station. I momentarily lost balance and trod on a bottle that some kind soul had unwittingly discarded in the middle of the road. My ankle turned over and one loud expletive later I was left nursing a very painful and rapidly swelling right ankle. Hoping to 'run it off' I continued (at a much reduced pace) until I realised that the pain was not going to lessen. I had two options: STOP or carry on and finish. There was only one answer ..... I carried on and finished (albeit slower than last year) in 3:53.
After the event the charity I was being sponsored for (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) were brilliant. In stormed St John's Ambulance, quickly followed by the London Ambulance Service and I was whisked off to St. Thomas' Hospital where I was informed I had a fractured ankle. The look on their faces when they found out that I had run on the injury for 16 out of the 26 miles was one of utter disbelief - but as I told them 'Not giving up – its what marathons are all about!' Many thanks to St John's Ambulance and St Thomas' for sorting me out and getting safely back on a train to Hampshire.