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Race Day
So, it's arrived. And inevitably, the first thing I thought was 'why the hell did I ask to do this?' This feeling doesn't abate until you arrive at Greenwich Park, and see people in a lot worse state that you. For instance, before reaching the start line, I had already seen a man dressed in a giant dinosaur costume and someone with a rocket on his back!
Before you're kettled to the start line, make sure you leave plenty of time to get that last drink in, as well as stretch out properly. As I lay here with muscles aching, I can safely say that despite the strong and often nauseating smell, I wish I had taken some form of warming muscle rub with me and applied before the start - it just makes the opening couple of miles that little bit easier.
So having finally started, 25 minutes after the race officially began, I completely ignored every piece of advice I had received pre-event. Having spent the first two miles jostling for position with the rest of the crowd, I looked at my watch to find I was way behind the time I had initially expected. In this position, the sensible thing to do would be to not worry about it and continue at your own pace. What I did was speed up to try and get back on track. Worst. Decision. Ever.
By 10 miles I was back at my normal time, but in order to do so, I had drained a lot of energy from the tank. As a result, by half distance, I was knackered, and my stomach started to feel empty. Before the race, everyone talked to me about the 'wall' that I would hit, and I had imagined that it would be upon me by mile 20 or so. What I realised on that day is we all have our own personal walls, and just be prepared to hit it and go through it regardless of what time it arrives. In my case, between miles 13 and 19, I struggled painfully. Every mile marker seemed to take forever to come by, and there were more than a few occasions where I simply felt like this wasn't possible (a key one being when I was overtaken by a man dressed as a rhinoceros!).
However, I, as so many others out there, was rescued by one thing: the crowd. It is absolutely true that during the race, every member of the crowd becomes a lifelong friend, cheering your name and encouraging you on. You also have no qualms about taking random bits of food from these people, be it Haribo, oranges or the one guy handing out pasta salad (a bit late, mate!). The crowd can keep you going beyond what you thought was possible, either from the support, or just creating moments that are unforgettable.
A few instantly spring to my mind. Firstly, some of the banners that are held up during the race are genius. There were a few occasions throughout the course where people held out signs with things like 'Power Boost: Touch Here' on them, while one man even went as far to attach a horn and hand out 'free honks' to the runners as we went past.
As I was running for a charity, I was also aware of a number of points that Mind had for cheering on its competitors. However, what I completely underestimated was the sheer number of people that would be at each one, and the effect that about 100 people chanting your name in unison would have as you went past. For both the 13.5 and 25 mile markers, I received a welcome boost, and I want to thank each and every person that turned out to support the team - it was an amazing effort!
There will, however, be one moment that will stay with me for the rest of my life. During one of my most difficult periods, I stumbled upon a man dressed as Jesus, carrying a crucifix along with him. Now, that is impressive enough as it is, but the fact that he was doing it barefoot led me to question his mental health. Nevertheless, the reaction he got from the crowd was justifiably amazing, and for me jogging behind him, to hear thousands of people scream 'Come on Jesus!', in that moment, there was literally nothing funnier. During the event, I also heard 'Come on Elvis', 'Come on Rhino' and 'Come on Postbox', but without a doubt the Messiah made my day.
Also, just a couple of quick points before I get to the end. Firstly, though there are a lot of iconic landmarks around London, and people make the point that the London Marathon is 'a great way to do the touristy bits' - it isn't. I can honestly say I don't remember going past many of the key landmarks - it all blurs into one. I can remember the following, and that is it.
- Cutty Sark
- Tower Bridge
- Canary Wharf
- Big Ben
Also, for those of you watching runners, prepare for your own personal hell. I was told that they closed Tube stations due to the high demand, making it almost impossible to get around the city centre (because that is what all of us up North have been paying for!).
However, after 26 miles of arduous, painstaking effort, enjoy the mall. The run in for me was one of my favourite bits, as I had got myself past the mental challenge and was cruising to the finish. I even managed to sprint the final 200-400 metres! The feeling of that medal around your neck is one of the best you will have, so enjoy it, and be proud of your achievements.
However, as I can tell you from the comfort of my bed, be prepared to cancel any plans you had for the next week, as you will lose the function of your leg muscles!
Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this journey, as it has been a difficult, and at times, emotional, rollercoaster over the last year or so. I have achieved what I set out to - I am now a marathon runner - and I couldn't have done it without you.
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