Well, here we are, five months from the beginning and its all over. Been “recovering” yesterday, and I took the precaution of having today off again, so I figured it was time to get that last entry up on the web.
Got up to Stratford-Upon-Avon on a lovely Saturday afternoon, where we went to look around the delights of the town, have some nosh, and check out the starting section. Was concious that I shouldn’t have too much beer, so had a crafty pint in the first pub and a couple of cokes too. Went to the Pizza Express in the town for supper, again just with a Coke, and feeling pretty tired went to bed around 10 – dreaming of the day to come…
Didn’t sleep brilliantly, mainly down to the fact there was a loud humming noise coming from a generator outside – it sounded like the window was open, but checked it twice and it didn’t seem to be, so had a fitful sleep. Up around 6:30 checked the window, and it was actually open, so could have got myself a couple of extra Z’s if I had properly looked. Got myself ready, had a few trips to the toilet, half a chocolate bar and a piece of toast. Stopped drinking at 8, and went for a wee 15 times before we left at 9.
Met up with the others there then, Marsy, Peaky and wives and GD, who due to injury was the only running partner – although he was only commiting himself to the 13 miler. By the time I got near the start I had to take a leak again, so at 9:15 I was in the queue with another 3499 people ready to start. The “elite” runners made their way to the front, and I was squished in between a load of people who seemed quite desperate to get nearer to the front – I have no idea why. The klaxon went off at 9:30, and as I shuffled forward my first marathon had begun.
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Days left: 0
Confidence: 96.4%
Ability: 89.2%