An amazing day, even though I'm a bit disappointed with my time. As a first-timer perhaps I shouldn't have been worried about it, but my worst moment was when I realised there was no way I could do a sub-4:30. The biggest surprise was just how amazing the support from the crowds was. I felt as if I had my own personal fan club and they didn't just yell my name into the air, they made eye contact with a wink or a grin or even (how cruel) a tip of the pint glass! High-fiving the kids was fun and helped to keep me smiling even when it hurt.
The heat was draining and the extra water required weighed me down (any excuse!), but the weather brought the crowds out in incredible numbers.
Running over Tower Bridge (and even a short walk, I confess) was the highlight. The crowds cheered even louder on the bridge.
Things I would do differently - much as I love them, I wouldn't stop to hug my supporters and pose for photo calls - my muscles tightened even in that short time and it was hard to get going again; get to the start much earlier so that I wouldn't be squatting in the (gents - sorry guys) loo when the gun went off; train harder!
I would like to report the most memorable conversation I heard on the route. Two guys in their late twenties or early thirties:
"I don't know why the f*** I decided to run this again."
"How are the piles? Are they holding up?"
"Yeah, the big one hasn't come out so far"
If you read this, thanks for the chuckle guys.