You may not like my story but, rather than a "horror story, I feel it became more of a personal triumph.
I'd entered Florence on the wave of euphoria following my first - London. Booked flights, hotel and looked forward to the next lot of training.. Not long after I started, I pulled something in my tum. It was excruciating and when I crawled back to the gym, was very alarmed to see a prominent bulge on my left side - I'd torn a muscle and had a hernia. Saw my GP and was referred to the hospital. The advice was to run if didn't hurt. It did, but I struggled to still go out..
Anyway, a few weeks later, I got full blown, properly diagnosed, Swine Flu, so was now properly laid uproar a few weeks.
After that, I was too exhausted to train, so gave up the idea of Florence. I saw a consultant late Sept and didn't need an op-he thought the enforced total rest had helped the healing process, and so, as everything was paid for, went for the break.
I'd run Maidstone half in the October, hardly put trainers on for the next few weeks, but went to the Florence Expo to register, " just" to get my goody bag and enjoy the atmosphere. I had a fabulous top, which was almost worth the entry fee, but still, I'd formally registered - why, when I was only there for the break???
Next morning, my husband woke to find me all kitted up, I was going to the start and was just going just to see how fair I could go. It would be a nice training run.
I managed 13 miles with no discomfort, then realised, I was now running further than I had run since London - OH kept ringing me to see if I had dropped out yet but when I got to 17, I told him I was doing it all. I was quite euphoric again and adrenalin was keeping me going. I helped a Danish woman get through a really bad patch, coaxing her on, then, whilst walking myself, got a slap on the back to "get moving" by the Sub 5 pacemaker so hitched on her "bus" ( as per Comrades, not Kielder Guy".) She was fab - got us singing and shouting - really motivating.
And I finished in 4:52- slower by far than my first, but still MY best on the day.
What a feeling to know I did it!
HOWEVER - warning!!! The next few days of sightseeing were blighted by the fact I couldn't independently lift my legs to get up a pavement - I had to lift each leg! (Pisa's Leaning Tower was out) That REALLY taught me a lesson I will never forget - yes you can do it with determination, but you will pay the price afterwards.
Good luck!