up and chatting with Jane, RW's 10 minute/mile pacer, who was doing a great job and going very well. Then, all of a sudden, at about 21ish miles, I had a very sharp painful stitch in my stomach (looking back I think may have been due to dehydration
continued (at a much reduced pace) until I realised that the pain was not going to lessen. I had two options: STOP or carry on and finish. There was only one answer ..... I carried on and finished (albeit slower than last year) in 3:53.After the event
.The best moment: for me, it was seeing Big Ben in the distance and it actually coming towards me instead of appearing to disappear! The worst moment: I don’t think there was a ‘worst moment’ except maybe the pain.Most memorable moment: Running past the team
Time: 4:25An amazing (and painful at times!) experience. Started to hurt badly at 24 miles... thought I was going to burst into tears at 25 miles with the emotion of it all.. coming up to the finish the crowd were superb. They could see I was just
reached 19 in the race I was rapidly running out of knees. Limpinghome with failure not an option. In pain and getting cold, the final insultcame with a torrential downpour just as I crossed the finish line . When Iretrieved my kitbag it had been stored
, then the endorphins took effect. I went through a difficult patch psychologically quite early on, but by the time I reached Tower Bridge I was fine again; looking out for faster Forumites coming back on the other side of the road kept me running until Mile 15. After
race. The crowd were great, really kept my mind focused. I did make it in 3.44. The relief to finish was enormous. I cried, every one of those last 13 miles was painful. The last 2k took me 14mins (How slow is that). Will I be back for more: Never say
the pain was so bad.The biggest surprise: finding out that I had worn through my socks (twin skinned) and the plaster I had put on my heel to try and stop any blisters and that I now had red socks where my heel had been bleeding but didn't feel a thing
pain at the back of my right knee forced me to change my plan. There was no way I was walking or dropping out, so I had to drop back a little in order to keep running.Nothing can prepare you for that feeling when you turn off the Embankment onto
obvious T-shirt with my nickname on the back, carried a Scottish flag and planned it I managed to meet Donna W and Woony at the red/blue joining point.I was well on course for my target time until a knee injury that had plagued me in training came back
