My London Marathon

And it’s all over. I can’t believe London Marathon has been and gone. It was an emotional lead-up, to say the least. As most of you know, during Easter, I developed  Achilles Tendonitis, quite severely, unable to walk properly for a number of days. I was convinced I wasn’t running the marathon and threw myself into a ball of panic and depression. However, having seen the physio (a countless amount of times – my bank balance is really feeling it now!) and listening to their advice (REST), I was able to make it to the start line on Sunday.

I’ve been living in the UK for almost 4 years and the excitement for the London Marathon every year just seems to get bigger and bigger. Everyone was talking about it and it actually made me really bloody nervous. The Saturday, I was a mess (slight exaggeration) but I was feeling so sick every time I thought about it.  I got myself out of the house that day for a friends event which definitely helped, although watching people drink wine didn’t.  BUT when I came home, I got a wonderful surprise, my MUM. She landed over for the weekend just to see me run and almost immediately my stomach relaxed.  She didn’t necessarily need to say anything but just having her there put me at ease. MAMMY’S ARE AWESOME.

The race itself, well, it was hot. After watching the weather literally by the hour every day that week and watching it change every hour, I was convinced it wasn’t going to be THAT hot. Well, I was wrong. I had to change my race plan, although it didn’t incorporate throwing at least 5 litres of water over myself.  Honestly, at times, particularly past 15 miles I wanted to give up. My clothes were sticking to me, the heat was sick and my legs decided to fill to the brim with lactic acid. What kept me going? My friends, family and colleagues. I never had so many people cheering me on at a race before. All of them were scattered throughout the course and just when I wanted to stop, I would see one of them and it gave me the boost I needed ( along with the sweets they handed to me).

I think my favourite part of the race was Tower Bridge, simply because of its beauty and the sheer number of people going wild.

My least favourite part was when I thought people were shouting my name but they were actually shouting GO ON CARROT to the person dressed as a carrot behind me!

I didn’t get the time I was going for but I did get a PB, which I need to be proud of myself for. A big shout out to my running mummy Tina Chantery @shewhodaresrun who has been so unbelievably supportive, keeping me relaxed and determined. My time will qualify me for Tokyo and Boston (fingers crossed) so once entry opens I’m going to enter with the hope that I will get one of them. In the meantime, I fancy a half marathon August/September ish. Gimme some ideas, what should I do? Would love to hear your thoughts on the race below.






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