London Marathon At 50!

So whose bright idea was it to run the London Marathon? After all, there are better ways to celebrate being 50.

Anyway, having 'made my bed' I lined up (or rather cuddled up) with all those other runners who'd decided that the best way to celebrate or commemorate was to run 26.2 miles. For the first 13 miles I was cruising and then my body decided it was probably too warm to run another 13.2 miles and went into a lower gear (Any lower and I would have been disengaged). During the last two miles I passed runners being carried away by the St John's Ambulance or receiving medical treatment at the side of the road and I felt the added challenge of not becoming one of them. I finally managed to cross the finish line, by moving my legs in a motion slightly resembling running, in a time of 04:04:28.

Whilst my husband was scraping me off the ground in the meet and greet area I told him quite emphatically to never let me run another marathon. But today's another day and I'm already thinking there's some unfinished business to settle.

A massive thank you goes to everyone who sponsored my. The money raised is a reward for all the pain!