Posted: 22/03/2015 at 20:25
Thankyou to you all for your best wishes, I can honestly say that yesterday was the most nerve wracking experience ever. Everyone was asking me if I was going for a win..I had forgotten how to run let alone have any tactics in mind. Anyway, it was a beautiful day, low key event with loads of fantastic people I have met over the years and with no time in mind other than to finish it, off I went.
All going well until mile 9 when I suffered the most horrendous stomach cramps, bimbled on for another couple of miles then had to dive into a copse of bushes. Phew, deed done but felt a bit rubbish as I don't really like to do that where people walk around. Anyway, pressed on along the Bridgewater Canal which was splendid in the glorious sunshine.
All was going well until mile 20 when the signage disappeared. As it was, it was just straight on but brain a bit addled by now..another runner put me right so was off again. By now, I was getting a grip on things. I had kept a conservative pace because I didn't want to dnf from a blow out or a trip on some tree root. Slung a extra strong mint down my neck and went for it..until mile 24.5. Oh, deep mud..ploughed straight through it and thrashed the last bit, came 2nd lady.
Although the RD had been informed it was an unofficial 100-he still gave me the 100 number and when I went into the clubhouse there were banners for me and cake. Everyone was congratulating me and well I had to fetch the shirt from the car, it felt right to call it yesterday and have a nano second of shirt on back. Not had official presentation yet, that will happen after marathon next weekend.
Not sunk in yet..100 Marathon Club. Who would have thought this old fart could have done this