I obviously didn't push hard enough. My most significant ailment is sunburn. Slight doms in quads but everything else good.
I do think it helped having a 15 minute massage within 15 minutes of finishing.
I don't think agonising and crippling DOMS is the only true indicator of effort. If you warm down properly and refuel correctly, or get a decent massage, that will help a lot. Doesn't change how you actually felt at mile 25.
Rachel - IMHO, the best cure for DOMS is a little bit of light and low impact exercise, to keep the blood flowing to the damaged muscles. A gentle bike ride, amble in the park or a swim. Will feel painful at first, but beneficial thereafter.
Wenty, you must have seen the same guy as me. I saw a few others on the course in latter stages in a fair bit of trouble. The very cautious side of me took that on board when in serious negotiations with self to man up. 3.18 was better than a dnf trying to get 3.15!
This strikes a chord. In the last couple of miles, when I was going backwards at a dramatic rate, the devil on one shoulder kept saying "come on you pussy, push harder" and the angel on the other was saying "easy mate, this isn't worth killing yourself for".
In the end the angel was right - I never gave up mentally, but my body was cooked. I became very conscious that I was right on the limit, and that if I pushed any harder, something horrific, certainly involving unconsciousness, was on the cards. This was the first time I told my wife afterwards (allegedly) - "never let me run another marathon".
Chilling in beautiful spring weather on the Isle of Wight today with the family, on a pre-Easter holiday. A little DOMS but nothing dramatic - no crab-walking down the stairs. Feet pretty banged up, though, huge blood blister on one toe and big toe tendon on the right foot flaring constantly, Should have worn the Brooks, goddamnit.
Will be sticking around over the next few weeks to hear tales of glory from LFR, BT and others
I was running VLM today - aim 3.10 - and what took me aback was not the 3 hour pacer, but one of the 3.15 guys. He went off like a bat out of hell, 7.0x miles, and hit halfway in 1.33.xx. About mile 17 (??), when there was a long straight stretch, I could see he was only a few hundred metres behind the 3 hour pacer. He slowed down a bit after that but then overtook me again near the end. Considering I was virtually going backwards at that point and crossed in 3.11.50 (3.12.14 gun time), he must have been around 3.10.xx gun time.
I wasn't aiming for 3.15 so no real skin of my nose, although it's a bit weird when your splits are telling you you're on schedule for 3.10 and meanwhile the 3.15 pacer is away up the road. But I did wonder what if anything he told his group (the ones who weren't being shelled out the back) while they were bombing along in the first half.