Yesterday i did it and completed the 2011 Virgin London Marathon. Amazing!
I headed up to London on Saturday afternoon and we checked into the glamourous Travelodge at Southwark. Carefully planned, rather than the hotel of choice! It’s 2 minute walk from Waterloo East and 10 mins on the train to Greenwich. An evening of pasta and chicken then Britain’s Got Talent! We’d gone for a walk on the Southbank and you can see the last few mile markers on the other side of the Thames. Scary!
Somehow managed to sleep and was up ready for the 8.13am train to Greenwich. The night before in Zizzi’s you could spot the runners a mile away, but it all hadn’t really sunk in what i was about to do. It was the moment i stepped onto the platform at Waterloo East – It was rush hour but with hundreds of scared runners! The biggest memory of the day, is how friendly London had become. Strangers talking on trains!
Arriving in Greenwich – wow! Some of the charities had their meet points at the station and there were so many people! I met with my charity on Blackheath. 114 runners with CRY – all raising at least £1,750 – so thats £200k for the charity, some people had raised so much more. Caught up with one of my friends from school – not seen her since school (well done Claire
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There are 3 start lines – i was at the red start (32,000 of us there!). It’s the one where you leave through the gates of Blackheath. The starts all meet by mile 3 – very odd site seeing the thousands of runners all meeting.
Took me just over 14.5 minutes to cross the line. The master plan had been to run about 9.5 min miles and then see how i was feeling a little later on. With so many people in the first miles i was a fraction behind my pace but i was relatively happy. However by mile 8/9 the reality of it being hot was starting to kick in – everyone always says drink and drink early but i’d drunk far more than i expected.
The first half of the race has lots of sights, running through Greenwich – you no longer run past the Cutty Shark as it’s being repaired but there were still thousands of people there, people were literally hanging out of building windows to watch! The next big landmark is Tower Bridge – certainly has the wow factor running across it! Tried to be a tourist and take some pics! Shows you just how many people there were running!
So i hit halfway at 2:11, about 5 minutes later than i had hoped for but still i was hoping that would leave me with plenty of energy later on (running the second half of a marathon quicker than the first is a real challenge). How wrong was I! Heading into Canary Wharf it all started to get a lot harder! My miles were just above 10 mins now but it was a lot of effort to keep them there – never really had this in training so early in a run. As we went through 15 and 16, the carnage started to happen, the first few casualties were going down. People were just fainting mid stride – very scary. The heat around the office blocks in Canary Wharf was unbelievable, it just trapped the heat and there was just no fresh air.
The London Fire Brigade were hosing people down – it was so nice! At 19 miles my legs just became lead and it was just a case of making it to the end in one piece.
All the way round the atmosphere had been amazing – crowds at times were 5 or 6 deep. Kids on the side were high-fiving you and felt like everyone was screaming your name out. Those last 7 miles really hurt but the crowds made such a difference! However the last mile and a half really really hurt – i really have no idea how i got down there and it all seems a blur. All you can hear is come on Pete you can do it – your nearly there. Was horrible watching a few more people being tended to by the St John Ambulance people in the middle of the road, especially the poor women who was inside the last 100 metres! Realistically i probably wasn’t far away from joining them.
Crossing the line was more relief than anything else – and then being hugged by random strangers! There was really no energy left in my body! Reckon it took me 20 mins to get my bag off the truck and up-to the charity meeting point. How grateful i was for a seat and a coke! The steps up to the meeting point were interesting, one guy never made those! Best place to pass out!
I don’t think anyone got any sense out of me for the next hour before heading home. It was certainly an amazing day and nothing will ever prepare you for doing it in those conditions. I will leave you with the following saying and that you should all put your name in the ballot you wont regret it!
When you stand on the Start Line, you join the club. When you stand at the Starting Line you earn your membership. Millions dream of being where you are. You are no longer a dreamer. You are a doer. Thousands more started a training programme but never finished. They started with the same enthusiasm (or more than) you. They started with more or less the same physical gifts or disadvantages as you did. They had no more and no less reason to be successful than you. But somewhere along the way, they lost that enthusiasm. Somewhere on the road or on the track or treadmill, they decided that the rewards just weren’t worth the effort. They decided that they could live without finding their limits, without challenging their expectations of themselves and without taking a hard look at their image of themselves. You didn’t. If you’re standing at the Start Line, you’ve not only accepted the challenge, but you’ve also beaten back the demons. You’ve conquered your imagination and self-imposed limitations. You’ve gone further, got stronger and become tougher than you ever imagined.




