:45, the hooter went and we were off and running! Well, not exactly running, more of a slow walk really. It was pretty much like that for a while, until people had room to stretch their legs break out into a slow jog! MILE 1: Was slow. There was still not a lot
on the Embankment kept me going and the thought that if I started walking I would never get going again.Q: The biggest surprise? Or the most memorable moment? A: I wore my heart rate monitor and for the first time in a race it was showing a reasonable rate but my
Time: 4:09Worst moment was halfway with a cramped leg, feeling slower and more tired than at the end of the Great North Run but with the same distance to run again! However the best moment was possibly at 21 miles when I realised that I still had
and along with my running mate Keith, both of us running for Concern, I got through 20 miles with practically no problem. But at around 21 it started to hurt and by 23 it was agony. I was sick, I walked for a few hundred yards and then thought 'stuff this, I
:32 Running the London Marathon was always an “I want to do that one day” event, and now I have done it! It was my first marathon and I’ll be very surprised if it is my last. I know I can easily improve my 4:32 by over 30 minutes. The best moment was from Big
' in the middle of the course, unlike some! The worst moment was not being able to run any more, at about 16 miles, knowing it would be a long walk to the finish. But I made it, with the fantastic support of the crowds along the way, who stayed on to support us
cancer 2 years ago - she kept me running - she was my inspiration. I ran for the Bristol Cancer Help Centre. 5 hours would have been fantastic - 5.30 great - I did it in 5.07 and ran all the way! I knew if I walked I would keep stopping and starting so I
seemed to grind to a halt. My legs felt so heavy and my hip was hurting. I had to walk but again the crowds convinced me I could keep going and got me running again.The last two miles were among the fastest I ran... I didn't run my target time but realise
two.The worst moment: on Birdcage Walk. I was so tired that I was struggling to run any more and was being overtaken by a lot of people. Eventually I put in a half stride to start walking, but took it back out again when sanity suddenly took back over
Time not givenIt was my first marathon, aged 40 plus, and I only started running 2 years ago. I trained so hard and nearly gave up once or twice as I trained on my own and I began to hate Sundays for the long run. But I persevered and the main thing
