Wow, just popped in to see how selbs had got on (I'd seen the other 2's amazing times on FB). Unbelievable fella, absolutely superb. I claimed that my run at Abo was the greatest comeback since Lazarus won the Galilee 10k, but I think you've well and truly claimed that prize!! I love a happy ending. Well done son, take a bow.
And absolutely storming from joolska and TT too. I think everyone's reaction on here shows how much people wanted all you 3 to do well - and you certainly didn't disappoint.
Dachs - the Rhythm is a Dancer line was stolen 100% from Jock Itch, so blame him. And speaking of Jock - he hasn't posted for years, yet as soon as I mention 'bald patch' he appears. Amazing that. Let's see if it also works for njord:
Oh and Dachs - the Queen's Hotel is reet posh. You should have a nice time there.
Th R - Rich is in good nick at the mo. Shame he can't run with the dog or you'd be nailed on for a sub-34. And for those who don't know - Rich is my friend who does the odd race and parkruns with his dog. Not a 'fast' dog as such, in that it's a Jack Russell. But said Jack Russell has a 5k PB of 16'40, and he/they finished 2nd at the Tissington Trail Half Mara 2 weeks ago in 1'18'xx. And that was with 3 wee stops! Speedy pooch indeed.
Dan - haha cheers!! And cheers for the new top too mate. Arrived today and fits perfectly!
PP - looking good my friend. Another one who looked doomed forever not so long ago with that hip problem, and look at you go now. Brilliant to see!
TR - cheers and good news re the ankle
wardi - nice one ta. Any further update re Brass Monkey? My Half PB is rubbish (79'59) - looking to try and knock that down a bit if I can, but not the easiest race to get a place for eh?
And selbs - taper madness fella. You've done enough Maras to know that, but always good to be reminded. Seriously don't underestimate how being under-fuelled will have affected that run though. Just have faith, and stick the little 'un in a cupboard til next week.
So with 300m to I knew I was going to run 2’47’xx, and break my almost 4 year old PB. I tried to enjoy the last part, but enjoy isn’t a word that should ever be associated with the final stages of the Marathon!! Still, I crossed the line with arms raised to record a time of 2’47’16. Brilliant. I was utterly elated, but my body instantly shut down and I couldn’t even stand up. I felt very tearful too. I’d done this race once before in 2012, not long after my brother died. So a lot of the same feelings returned. A very cathartic and emotional experience really, but post-Marathon I always feel a bit ‘vulnerable’ anyway. It’s a race that takes you to new-found depths, and leaves you utterly, utterly empty at the end.
The only slight downside to the whole day was this immediate aftermath really. I’d just run the race of my life and felt a bit wobbly emotionally but I was there on my own and there was nobody to share it with. So I sent Rich a text! And after a cup of Mellow Birds and a couple of Chocolate Hob-Nobs I felt slightly better. It may have taken me 20 minutes to get down the stairs at Leicester Forest Services though. And I can confirm that driving 200 miles post-Marathon hurts more than the bloody race does!!
All in all a cracking day and an event I really enjoy, and one I’m sure I’ll return to again in the future.
FFS, I never did master the art of copy and paste. Or it might have been caused by my computer crashing whilst I was looking at the gallery at boysinshorts.com (prob best not to click that actualy, just in case...) Anyway, I have the power of opening up the shop today so have jumped on the work computer. It's chuffin older than wardi. Anyway, rhythm is a dancer....
By now we’d started to lap the slower runners who were still on their first 9 mile loop, so I tried to encourage them with lots of ‘well dones’ etc. It was just like a Wednesday session at the club – runners of all abilities all working as hard as they could and trying to encourage each other along the way. One of the joys of being a runner!
I was glad to hit the 20 mile marker soon after this, as I now knew I was into the final 10k. I was hurting though. Badly. I tried to pick myself up a bit by asking the people at the water stations for a Gin and Tonic, and found myself frequently replying to any spectator who shouted ‘Well done, looking strong’ by saying ‘I feel bloody awful’. I genuinely think it helped to distract me from the pain a bit, even if only fleetingly!
At 20 mile I took my last gel and that picked me up a bit mentally – probably the whacking great caffeine shot in it I imagine! Before long I was onto my favourite trail section again too. Except someone had clearly lengthened it since lap 1, cos I seemed to be on it for ages this time! My pace was starting to drift slightly now, so I just focussed on picking off the runner in front. It was almost always a back-marker, but I didn’t care. It gave me something to focus on.
At 23 miles we turned right, and the slower runners turned left to start their 2nd lap. So I was on my own again. Just me and my creaking body. The wheels were wobbling a fair bit, but were just about staying on. Come on lad. 3 miles. A parkrun. Just keep going – one foot in front of the other. At this point I remembered all the solo sessions I’ve done over the past few weeks before work at stupid o’clock. The mile and KM reps, the 10k reps at Mara pace. The dragging yourself out of bed when it’s cold, wet and dark outside. THIS is what that was for, so come on! I didn’t consciously draw on this – it just popped into my head, but it definitely helped.
It was now mind over matter, so I reverted to my usual trick of counting the number of times my left foot hit the ground until I reached 500. I’m not sure it helped to be honest, but I kept going! The marshals and spectators were great for the last few miles too – they really helped, and somehow my 4th 10k was another sub-40. So 8 consecutive sub-20 minute 5Ks left me with just under a 1.5 miles to go. By now I wanted to hit the 25 mile marker in no worse than 2 hours 40. That then gave me 8 minutes to do the last 1.2 miles – 6’25ish for the last mile, and 1’35ish for the last 400 metres. I panicked a bit when I checked my watch and it was almost at 2’41. So I asked a marshal where the 25 mile marker was, and he said ‘about 400 yards behind you’. Hurrah! I barely know who or where I was, so I’m not surprised I missed it……
To be honest I don’t really remember the last mile either. I was in full-on survival mode. It was a bit twisty again going through a residential estate, but before long I could see the floodlights of the stadium. I just got my head down and pushed as hard as I could. I hit the 26 mile marker just as we entered the track, so virtually a full lap of the track to finish. Just me for this too – nobody else in sight, either in front or behind. I glanced over to check the finish clock which read 2 hours 46 mins. So w