Here's the full report:
I started out the weekend by taking the train into Amsterdam. Everything was going well until I managed to get lost from the metro station to the place we were staying! I was met by a forumite and we all went to the expo together.
After my run on Friday – I was not holding out hope of this one; even until the last 200metres!
The day itself started like normal. I couldn’t sleep the night before, followed by a good breakfast. We decided to risk the first tram and managed to get to the start without too much fuss. I had found some toilets the day before that looked ‘hidden’ away… I was right – no one was in there on marathon morning! It was relatively cold with a little rain but the wind was my worrying factor. I wore long tights followed by 2 layers so I was relatively warm out of the wind.
We said our ‘good lucks’ and headed to our respective pens where my GB top got a lot of looks! The start was quick and I passed the line in the back group in under 12 minutes. I started to feel a niggle in my shins very early on and just hoped that if I relaxed everything – it would go away. Funnily enough – it didn’t affect me for the entire race.
The route starts out with an 8km loop before heading out into the countryside. It was nice to start off the run by seeing the last km’s of the marathon but if I’m honest – there is nothing spectacular about the route from my dazed recollection! As we hit the river I knew that I would reach my ‘tough zone’. Almost 10km of out and back with no cover from the wind.
I had programmed my Garmin to the times that Shades had said and tried my hardest to keep to them. There were some points where I struggled but I hope that when I look at my averages – it will be relatively level.
Coming back into the city; I commented to some people how incredibly dull it was. Going through the industrial estate and the ‘lonely’ parts of the city with limited support were a little soul destroying…. Also seeing a DJ call me French was another low point
(especially as I had a union jack vest on!).
Coming back into the city – the last 6km’s are really nice and I heard shouts from some friends. Right on cue – I started to feel a little better, had a little more bounce in my step and surprised myself with how much I stayed on my feet and running. I ran with a variety of different people and really enjoyed helping each other along the route.
Coming down to the last km’s; I saw that sub 5 was in sight but I never wanted to convince myself or let it get away from me. When I came into this day – I said anything around 5.10 would be great and I’d be ecstatic…. This was a day of all sorts! Up to the last km I stayed on track and dug in deep. Everything hurt but it was there. The end was in sight.
Coming into the stadium – I didn’t hear much; well minus a few forumites screaming: You’re on track for sub 5 – go Emmy! Crossing the line - I met someone I ran with for a few km’s and his first words were: How the hell did you get here so quickly!?!
Then crossing the line and getting medals – I was a little disappointed that there was no goody bag. No plastic bag with free samples/offerings… it was a real disappointment. Just like the rest of the route – we were given cups of water. I was so lucky that I thought to bring a bottle as at the end – I really had a thirst and always like to drink after I’ve stopped and stretched. I ended up giving the bottle to another runner as they were in such a bad shape.
After a beer, getting changed we made our way on the metro