My first FLM, my first marathon - what more can I say...
It was a glorious day that in the end, though it proved to be a little too hot, as is evident from my vest-shaped sunburn.
The day started well, with a plan of an energy gel every 35 minutes and to sip on an isotonic drink all the way round, plus take water at all the stops. I was full of optimism and nervously stood at the start line, but within the first few miles was ticking over nicely at about 8:45. Then disaster struck at around the five-mile mark, where I stood on a discarded water bottle, resulting in a sharp twist of my knee.
A seven miles I popped a couple of pain killers and maintained my pace; at 10 miles I had to pop two more but still maintained my pace. I went through the half-way point well under my target time of two hours but the pain was starting to take its toll.
By the time mile 17 came up I was glad to stop and say hello to Meerkat and others, and to pinch some jelly babies. But by now my knee was up like a pudding and I struggled to get going again and had to stop after just another mile to get treatment for from a member of St Johns (THANK YOU!) and strap my knee up. From this point it was run, jog, walk, and hobble whatever it took to get me round. Somewhere around mile 20 saw the need for a toilet stop (They are not a nice sight when several thousand people have been passed before you) with my lowest point coming at about mile 23.
But as I entered the last mile and approached the finish I was lifted to a new height by the crowds, at this point I was so emotionally drained by my roller coaster ride that the I was nearly (only nearly though) reduced to tears ... then as I approached the finish line I saw my better half and family waving frantically from the crowd and ran to them before rounding the corner and crossing the finish.
26.2 miles: amazing, what more can I say apart from I’ll be back again and thank you to all who made it possible.