Posted: 16/09/2014 at 20:55
i had the name of a soldier on my number and it was very emotional as we passed a cemetery and endless fields which would have made up the front line. I could feel my hands tingling and the sun was very hot but there was a headwind and some sponge stations which were very welcome.
Dad met me again at 20 miles and i was almost crying with worry, i had twitchy cramps in my calf and legs were very stiff. He had made a bottle of diluted orange pop and i stuffed some ready salted crisps too. I didnt want to walk at all but when i caught a pirate up around 22 miles i did walk with him a bit to chat about ironman..... Company on the route was wierd- it was very quiet and support was generally only around the bridges over the canal. Decided to just get on with it and plodded the miles out, silently cursing my lack of preparation. The markers seemed so far apart and my moral was low.
Saw my Dad again as I turned to run under the menin gate into the town centre and almost choked with tears - first time he has come to support me in a mara and was thinking about my Nan too.
Over the cobbles and into the finishing chute for 4:16. The organiser met me with a hug and i blubbed onto his shoulder. My feet were killing and my legs were trashed. They had rows of chairs with massage available so i fell into one and begged a bread thing off someone. Felt very wobbly and nauseous for a while but came good after a few hours...
plenty of cheering later as other club members did their races (7k, 14k) and hubby gallantly ran with an injured mate after downing 6 pints.
Definitely one to go on your bucket lists ladies!!