"If you're ever losing faith in human nature, go out and watch a marathon." Kathrine Switzer - Woman's Marathoning Pioneer. An observation that I certainly felt when I went to watch my sister run London in 2009.I applied to run the following year
I ran the Flora London Marathon in 2007 and loved it. I have entered the ballot every year since but have not been successful, so was very happy to be given a chance this year to join the Tonbridge AC baggage handling team in the Mall.We had
It was the same old story - I'd not done quite the running I anticipated at the start of the year, so rolled up expecting to finish between 3:15 and 3.30. I also thought I ought to be able to pace myself without a watch (the real reason - it had
for me was crossing Tower Bridge. Having watched the marathon on telly for years, this was what I wanted to do - run across Tower Bridge in the London Marathon. I did and it was awesome. I cried! The worst bit was Blackfriars Underpass. Suddenly
First marathon, trained really hard. Got to the day, very excited. I was hoping for a sub-4:00, which from my half-marathon times was possible.For some reason ended up in Pen 9, which seemed strange as I put 3:45 on my application form. I was also
This was my first marathon and I had no idea what to expect. It was amazing.At the start I got caught in the loo queue so was in a cubicle when the klaxon went. I didn't see the numbered pens as I rushed to the start so ended up running in pen 6
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
washing machine and a War Horse puppet as the gun went to start the London Marathon. The first impression was of slight anti-climax. I’d been building towards this moment for the last nine weeks (I was a late and surprised substitute for an injured
't recall running past the Tower - I was watching the hands of the crowd for the next person holding out food. By Blackfriars I was back on track; my pace was slow but steady, punctuated by occasional jelly babies and a continual stream of cheers
with the obligatory white trousers and black caps.On the morning of the marathon I was up at what felt like the crack of dawn (actually 6am) and had to get to Farnborough Station for 7am to catch the coach up to London. On the way to the station it felt strange
