Posted: 20/10/2015 at 12:38
Back at work yesterday - to colleagues looking at me askance when I'd answered the Monday morning, 'get up to anything interesting over the weekend...?'
Now my contact lenses are clean enough to type through and I've got the time...... the Amsterdam HM was great - for some reason I enjoyed it much more this year than the two previous ones in so far as it hurt but not enough to make me think about stopping!
I was very hopeful of a good day when we got up to clouds, followed by drizzle, followed by cold cold rain but sadly it dried up and got very humid - only to be expected surrounded by so much water I suppose but it did nothing for my comfort and I started and ended feeling like I was in a steam bath.
Sat in the Olympic stadium for a bit and watched the marathon winners come in (although in my book any marathon finisher is a winner - PompeyMatt, how did it go?) then queued up at the start next to a woman from Ontario, who was rediscovering her Dutch roots and running at the same time - I always like multitasking...
Unimpressed by having to stop to let an ambulance through after two minutes running but I'd rather be on the outside of one than on the inside so got over that quite quickly.
The drum bands along the way were a real motivator and the Dutch people are just brilliant - so many of them clocked my name on my bib and at least a dozen times on the way around my flagging little legs were spurred on by 'Come ON Lily....you're awesome Lily......you can do it Lily....' and suchlike, which always reduces me to grateful tears.
Not the most beautiful route through the business park and along some outskirty main roads but the Vondelpark is lovely (and means you've nearly finished) and the feral budgies are always entertaining.
Favourite T shirts? 'This isn't sweat. It's liquid awesome.' and 'Stop crying. Run.'
The last half mile up the cobbles, across the tram tracks, around the corner and into the stadium were vastly enlivened by one of my very favourite running songs on the ipod (Wannabe Angel by Foxy Shazam since you ask ) and the crowd was treated to me singing 'I want my friends to think I'm awesome (awesome awesome, awesome), I want the world to think I care (but I don't care at all....)' at the top of my voice.
Into the stadium, pretending I was a plump, pink, sweaty, female Mo Farah and a massive sprint for the line, determined to overtake the girl in the green t shirt (yay!), then collapsed onto my husband and started planning how I'm going to do next year's faster.
Dutch chips, mayonnaise and cold beer are in heaven and if they're not I don't want to go. Then back to the hotel to fall into their fabulous spa where the fact that everyone is naked really didn't seem to matter because nobody was running and I could just lie in the sauna and enjoy not moving, too tired and happy even to spend energy on holding my stomach in so I didn't frighten all the gorgeous skinny blond Dutch people.
Ace weekend, still smiling.
And it would have been 2.19 if it hadn't been for the ambulance!