Twas the night before marathon, when all through the house
every creature was stirring, even the mouse.
Lightening was cracking in the sky with no care,
While a sleepless danii hoped that london soon would be there…
Finally, after months of anticipation, it was April the 22nd. The day had arrived to complete the impossible. Bright and early, we arrived in London where 40,000 runners made their way into the three different coloured pens. All around you were runners, of all different shapes and sizes, people layed out on the floor sleeping in the sunshine…and the people like me who were sat eating left over pasta.
The race began at 10am, but because of a staggered wave time I didn’t cross the start line till 10.40. With my marathon playlist at the ready I started to run, the noise of the crowds was louder than my headphones at the beginning! I remember thinking to myself, here we go, this is it the moment I’ve been waiting for.
It was emotional, I cried so much. The tears were probably a bad thing considering it was 24 degrees… Extra dehydration from all the crying! The first 6 miles flew by, then I saw my mum and my friends and cried some more! At half way, the heat was so intense that I thought I was being cooked…. The crowds, supportive as they were, annoyed the hell out of me… How was I supposed to do all that again in this heat? I poured bottles of water over my head, ran through fireman’s hoses, went into every shower stop just to try and cool down!
At 20 miles I hit the wall. I couldn’t run anymore, I wanted to but my body wouldn’t let me, I wanted to fall into a heap on the floor. A song came on, that reminded me of my grandparents and I cried some more… And then as if from no where, my friends, my amazing amazing friends, I ran as fast as my little legs could take me and threw myself at them, pouring my heart out and saying how hard it was, talia grabbed my plaits and gave me a well needed pep talk… Do I remember what she said? Not a clue, but I think it worked, I just had to finish it.
Nothing prepares you for the last mile, there are people everywhere. My mum was screaming words of encouragement, total strangers were cheering me on, screaming my name. Again the noise completely overwhelms you, and before you no it as if by magic, its there, the finish line is within touching distance. After id crossed the line, I couldn’t stop running, I was so worried I wasn’t really there that my chip timing hadn’t worked. All the marshals were telling me I could stop, I burst out crying when the lady gave me my medal and I threw my arms around the poor lady and gave her a massive ‘B O’ hug.
The greatest feeling, was seeing my friends and my mum. I couldn’t of done it if it wasn’t for their support, I’m the luckiest person in the world to have people like them in my life.
This time two years ago the thought of exercise repulsed me. And now, look at me, I’m a marathon runner.
I’m officially, marathon girl.