The worst moment was reaching Tower Bridge and expecting to see my family - they weren’t there. I cried like a baby, but caught up with them at the 23-mile mark- what a buzz.
The moment that put me back in focus to finish was when I saw a friend at the 25-mile mark, I was limping along aimlessly, she shouted at me: “Lesley, A womble has just passed you, now get your ass in gear and catch it up!” It did the trick- I passed it 800m before the finishing line - what a sense of achievement!
I cried at the start, each time I heard a band playing, when one old lady in Deptford shouted out that we were all heroes, and when I went over the finishing line I was crying hysterically, only to be told by one of the marshals, 'Be proud , you ARE a marathon runner!'
I cried when my 10-year-old nephew threw his arms around me and told me he was really proud of me. He has cerebral palsy and I was raising money for the school he attends in Wales.
What a day, a roller coaster of events, never to be matched, my first marathon and a wonderful experience, I learnt a great deal about myself - my inner strength and my sense of determination!
I would recommend this event to anyone looking to achieve a goal in life, you will never match the high. First class.
This was my first marathon. it will not be my last!!!!