What an experience! This was my second marathon, so I thought I knew what I was doing. The training went really well (thanks to our club trainer), and my Spitfire 20 result led me to be cautiously optimistic about a sub-4:00 time. I read the RW
The London Marathon felt more like an obstacle course than a race. I spent half of every mile looking at the floor trying to dodge the half-empty discarded water bottles. After every Lucozade gel station the floor was like an ice rink where
I had a problem with my achillies and was in agony by mile 8, however my personal trainer gave up his race to stay with me and he encouraged me, bullied me and supported me all the way to the finish line. I owe this race to him and can never thank
I had a place in the London Marathon in 2003 but unfortunately had to pull out after doing all of the training, as I had a chest infection during the taper. It was particulary sad because Dad was dying in hospital and was really looking forward
Its great to see how many first-time marathoners were running the Virgin London Marathon. I was one too. A guy who at 58 has only been running two years, prior to which I'd been a couch potato for 20 years! Even when my girls got me running and I
into the marathon again next year I think I will have to review my race day refuelling again!Anyone have any other ideas on how to refuel during races?!I am really pleased with my time and without the pit stop I may have just snuck in under the four-hour mark
Well, my Virgin London Marathon in 2010 was supposed to be a triumph. I had racked up more miles than ever and was, I hoped, heading for a glorious 2:59.59.It was not to be, and really I knew that before I started. I was in the Good for Age start
This was my 8th London marathon for United Response. Having spent a month in hospital from mid-February to mid-March, and having had back surgery at the beginning of March, I was waiting until the beginning of April before committing myself
before, with 10 weeks of actual running, and a maximum distance of 19 miles under my belt, here I was attempting the London Marathon, wondering what on earth I was doing! After the trip in from Abbey Wood to Blackheath, Em and I walked across the common
and by the time I reached halfway, I had been running for two hours and 17 minutes - seven minutes more than my slowest half-marathon pace in training. "Not good", I thought.I soldiered on, determined not to stop despite my mind, body and legs screaming at me
