London marathon is the slickest, well organised event and the support is surreal. I was lucky to have got a place, many runners would have gladly taken my place, I appreciate that.
I will go again next year but will pay extra for digs, not do 10 marathons in 3 months leading up to it, not set unrealistic targets and enjoy it for the day. It is brilliant but I need to be in the zone and I wasn't on Sunday!
Next one, next week if fully recovered. That one is in Huddersfield, couldn't be much different! Off on my canal boat tomorrow to chill out!
cont: the next few hours passed in a fog. I felt like hell and as we got to green zone, I remember thinking that I had been more pumped up with adrenaline about going to the dentist than I was being at the start of London marathon. As the start time approached, I stripped all my old gear off then froze as the chilly wind bit into my weary bones. Still time to pull out...but seemed too much hassle so off I went to my pen. I remember last year setting off with a gusto to try and avoid the congestion, but I had no fight in me this year so bumbled along at 11 min miles for about the first 4 miles. Still not feeling the love, all time targets had gone and it was a case of just getting around safely. A few necessary stops were made when I had bouts of uncontrollable coughing which at one point reduced me to my knees..still I didn't cry although I felt like it! Never in all the 54 marathons I have done, have I felt so awful. By now, the quads were deciding to have a party too, shooting pains were going up and down my legs. Pressed on though to the highlight of the day, a row of bikes on the parallel stretch indicated the lead runners were on their way. So, decided to stop and watch these awesome guys fly by. Another few moments had ticked by and I couldn't even be bothered to look at Garmin.
On I went, relentlessly seeking the finish. It had to be done now before I committed my ultimate defeat of DNF. At last, the finish was in sight and the awesome support on the Mall got me to the end in 3.49 mins (oh well, that's 2016 gfa place secured..ha ha!)
As I walked to receive my medal, all I could think of was the rubbish time. I went and found a quiet corner and had stern talk with myself. Given the circumstances, I was lucky to have got around. Paramedics were flying around the concourse tending to all manner of problems inc the poor guy who died.
I hobbled back to find mini bus but could hardly walk. This never normally happens to me..
Anyway, we were taken to another hotel to shower and eat then the long journey home. And that's it!
Morning Team, dragged myself out of the fog that was London and am back to real world.
Fish, get well soon!
JD- go and nail it
Chrissi, hope things resolve themselves on the home front and well done on making wise decisions (I should take a leaf out of your book).
HI SD, sorry-I've probably infected you with cyber lurgy, your timing was better!
Jono, took me a little while to gather my thoughts in order to write coherent report but here goes.
Having spent the last week or so having very little sleep due to chest infection, coughing etc I knew that I should not be going to London. Had it not been for the fact that I had paid ridiculous amounts for travel and digs, then I would have pulled out. But anyway, I didn't! Mini bus picked me up Sat morning and off we went. As I coughed and spluttered, I could feel the hate from the runners who had desperately avoided germs up until then. Anyway, 4 hrs later we rocked up to the Expo place and in I went. The first instalment of madness. Registration good, all sorted but still I knew I should be pulling out.
Anyway, mini bus picked us up to disperse us to various digs depending on how much you had paid. I arrived at mine to discover it was in the red light area next to Kings Cross station. Got to room to discover I had to move the bed in order to get into bathroom. Decided to have a cuppa, kettle didn't work. Not looking good in Brersville by now!
Decided to go and find Starbucks and nearly got wiped out by a double decker. By now, it was about 6pm and the chaotic world that is London was still in full throttle. Decided to go back to digs and as I approached, a stretched limo pulled up outside and out of it fell about 20 very drunk women on a Hen Party. There were about 8 hotels in the street, but I just knew which one they were going to...happy daze
In they rolled and tottered in their 6 inch heels, I was on ground floor and yes...they were in rooms above me. They screeched and screamed until about 11pm then hit the town. I tried to grab some sleep but it wouldn't happen and back they rolled about 2am. Partying continued until about 4.30 when I eventually got some sleep until alarm went at 5.30. Revenge was sweet at this point, I had the noisiest flushing toilet ever created...I had a ball flushing that thing about every 10 minutes (childish, I know)
Brilliant day but had to be cautious as not feeling well.Trotted in in 3:49.The sub 3:30 will have to wait! Full report of the highs and lows of the Hen party and run to follow.Sounds like you had a good day Jason.Did you see Mo et al? I stopped to watch them go by at the switckback section.Holy hell,you don't really get how fast they run when you see them on Tv.