I see the TV show is 7am this Sunday on Channel 4. Some photo's are up here
hollandasp - good stuff. York was only my 2nd marathon, so I'm a long way from being a veteran but I felt quite relaxed on Sunday morning at the start. I think knowing what is coming is a huge help in being mental prepared and handling the tough bits when your mind wants you to stop.
I only ran my first half marathon in 2009 and that took 02:03:54. As I previously posted, I lowered my half PB to 01:43:20 this year - so the times will come down not only with being fitter but from knowing your body better and training smarter.
I've taken a lot of confidence from the weekly hill rep' session I was doing up to York. At it's peak I was doing 20 (or might have been 22 as I lost count!) rep's. It's not a very long hill with each leg being about 150m (so ~300m per rep) but means I feel comfortable when coming to a hill on a race.
All the best for the Connemarathon - looks like a great run.
Went for a sports massage on my legs on the way home from work (only booked it at lunch time). The young girl had me whimpering nicely as she found all the lumps and bumps. She did comment my right leg was worse than my left and asked if I'm right handed (which I am) - she thought I possibly drive through harder with my right side which makes sense as my right shoulder hurt a bit on Sunday and I'd need to "windmill" it every few miles.
Worth every penny though as I came down the stairs afterwards at twice the speed I went up.
Oh, I did look for people around the baggage tent but I'd given my phone to my other half when I was dropped off and couldn't remember what people said they'd have on. Rather than accost strangers, I went and found some a bit of space in the toasty warm exhibition centre to sort myself out.
Good write-up CatCat, made me laugh. Need to find another 40 minutes I think to be GFA Chimney - not sure that miracle would happen!
Even though I'd looked over the course online, I hadn't twigged when leaving the Uni that we'd be going back up the hill at the end. Once the Shell garage came back into view as I fought my way up the Hull Road, there was a slow realisation that we'd be turning left and going up. Thankfully my little support team had setup on the hill so I got a welcome boost.
I think it was in Stockton-on-the-Forest where I high-fived the Vicar outside the local church. So bizarre!