Oh, OH, the H4H cheering crew are at 25 miles aren't they? Make sure you smile and wave and look like you're enjoying yourself. Am I enjoying myself? Well, I'd rather be at a barbeque or sat down or something, but apart from my poor legs hurting it's not too bad. I think. Oh look, there they all all! They're screaming support for me! Smile, wave, clap as you go past! Oh they're marvellous! Don't start crying in front of everyone... Where is OH? Loads more people shouting my name (at this point I was going past my poor boyfriend who was shouting and pointing a camera at me, he had to practically hurdle the fence to get my attention) There he is! SH*T I didn't see him, smile, give him the thumbs up and keep running.
Oh no, now there's nothing else to keep me going, there's 25 miles, press lap, still go 1.2 miles to go. 1.2 miles! Keep running! Do not walk! Big Ben is getting closer! There he is, turn right! Birdcage Walk! All the trees! More cheering!! Smile back at the people shouting your name, they love it when you do that. What's that sign up ahead? 800m to go! That's half a mile! Two laps of a running track! Keep going! I am going to finish! It's not what I'd aimed for, it's not a PB, it's not even a sub-3:30 but damn it, it's going to be sub-3:35. That'll do me nicely. Beat last year's time. Just don't start walking. Why are people walking now? It's only around the corner. Look, another sign! Is it 400m to go now?? Is it? What is it? Oh no, 600m to go? That can't be right! I really might start to cry if this carries on... where is the 365 yards sign? We're turning right again, one more turn to go and we're on The Mall and the finish will be up ahead... there's the turn... AND THERE'S THE SIGN!! The beautiful 365 yards to go sign!! Pres lap you silly girl....Where is this man in front going?! Run in a straight line you muppet! I can not weave any more! There's the finish! How far away is it, have they moved it back? Which of the three should I go under? Which way? Raise your arms for the cameras and try to smile!! Yippee! It's the finish! Press stop!! Oh my poor, poor, poor legs. Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. Up the ramp to be de-chipped, say something taht made the women cutting my chip off lauch, thank them, ouch ouch ouch hobble down the ramp, get my medal, thank another woman, thank a few random runners around me - OH - what time did I do? 3:33:39, I'm happy with that. Oh crumbs how much do my poor legs hurt? Goody bag, more thanks, what in this bag? Ooooh a mars bar! Where are the baggage trucks? HOW LONG is The Mall? I need my bag... it weighs a tonne! Where is my chocolate milkshake? Ugh I can't drink it just yet... Go to the tree that I've arranged to meet OH at.... there he is, he looks very happy to see me! I really need to sit down on the grass.... eeeek I don't think I can!
Of course he wasn't disappointed. Why would he be? He saw a few poor runners ahead of me at 25 miles collapse. He helped me sit down, I drank my milkshake, laid in the lovely shade and talked about the race. He then helped me up again and we headed off the the charity post-race reception where I nearly started crying again.
Suffering rather horrendous DOMS today, no running this week! Marathon #11 done and dusted, lessons learned from this one - if you insist on doing doubles, expect to be in alot of pain!
Last year's two spring marathons were London (3:38) and Edinburgh (3:46) This year was Barcelona (3:29) and London (3:33) I am getting better, I honestly don't know how on earth some folks like 100 marathon club girl at the start do so many, but I'm only racing against myself and I am getting better.
I wonder if the guy from 24 miles will stay true to his word?