Well I did it J Unlike a good wine though, I clearly do not improve with age!
There was a point at Mile 1 where I wondered if I would actually do it at all as the stupid groin injury reared it’s very ugly head and I thought ‘uh oh’ but then I thought as long as I can get to the end that’s all that matters. After that I had a ‘very’ different race to what I expected in the months leading upto it and strangely I had a simply awesome time!
So how did
it go?
Well, on the Friday night I had a MAJOR meltdown of mega proportions. I was trying to stretch my painful back out and felt my groin pulling and got really upset and nervous. Cue, mass hysteria (that was Jamie when he realised the implications!) and me sobbing into my pasta meal (god I hate pasta right now). It was that sort of ‘convulsive sob’ that children do at times when you don’t understand what they are saying. Then Saturday came and my mate turned up from Dublin which meant I couldn’t act like a ‘prima donna’ anymore so I was forced to relax! I think Jamie may be forever in Deborah’s debt for that one J Throughout the Saturday evening I was starting to see facebook pictures coming in from all over the country of people in their ‘Go Trish’ T-Shirts and was dumbfounded. They were all uploading them to show their support for me and I was so moved by it all. Yet AGAIN I marvelled at the efforts of people on my behalf. On Marathon Day I therefore woke up calm, collected and pretty happy.
I went through my morning routine and started ticking items
off my list in a very well organised manner if I say so myself. I stumbled at
‘check weather and put suncream on’ though. The weather report was indicating
sun in the afternoon with cloud and I figured any suncream on at 6am would be
sod all use come 11am so didn’t bother. In hindsight I should have asked Jamie
to take it with him and slather it all over me when I got to him on the course
as boy was the lack of suncream a bad decision! London Marathon 2013 turned out
to be a ridiculously HOT HOT HOT day! Just look at me afterwards!Well, on the Friday night I had a MAJOR meltdown of mega proportions. I was trying to stretch my painful back out and felt my groin pulling and got really upset and nervous. Cue, mass hysteria (that was Jamie when he realised the implications!) and me sobbing into my pasta meal (god I hate pasta right now). It was that sort of ‘convulsive sob’ that children do at times when you don’t understand what they are saying. Then Saturday came and my mate turned up from Dublin which meant I couldn’t act like a ‘prima donna’ anymore so I was forced to relax! I think Jamie may be forever in Deborah’s debt for that one J Throughout the Saturday evening I was starting to see facebook pictures coming in from all over the country of people in their ‘Go Trish’ T-Shirts and was dumbfounded. They were all uploading them to show their support for me and I was so moved by it all. Yet AGAIN I marvelled at the efforts of people on my behalf. On Marathon Day I therefore woke up calm, collected and pretty happy.
In the red start I realised with a shock what little time I had left before it all
began. I joined a queue for the toilet which I did not realise was a queue FOR
the toilet as I couldn’t see a toilet anywhere. Turns out that the 4 or 5
queues snaking around me would eventually lead to one WAY in the distance and
it would take me 40 minutes to get to it. WOW!
This left me 10 mins to suddenly get my kit bag on the right truck,
stretch and find my starting pen. It was thus that my first run of the day
began with me charging to pen 9 with just a couple of minutes spare before the
designated silence for Boston began.
And WHAT a silence. I’ve never been IN a crowd that does a
designated silence before, although I’ve seen it on TV and been struck by how
awesome it is. My boss wrote me a
wonderful congratulatory email after the race wherein he describes ‘how it seemed even the wind held its breath’
as he had gone to view the start line and been amongst it. It was like that
though….a massive hive of activity and noise suddenly in a complete instant
halted and everyone respectfully and purposefully thinking of Boston. It was a
complete pleasure to be a part of that wonderful moment. Not for the last time
that day would I think to myself that this turned out to be in fact THE most
perfect day to run London than ever before.
After this I got talking to a young girl on my right and we
walked to the start line together which took nearly 30 minutes in all. She was
so so nervous and worried about running and I tried my best to encourage her
along that walk. I’ve seen nerves at the start line before but she honestly looked
scared. I looked at her name ‘Rosanna’ and afterwards I searched on the VLM
site to see if she made it. Her pictures made me cry and rejoice for her. She
made it in 7 hours and 15 minutes and I could see the pain in her face in her
pictures and I just thought ‘wow girl, you made it!’ and then I donated to her
cause. You see THIS is what the London Marathon does to you J
So MILE ONE lol! I had been prepared for the groin to go, it
was the ONLY injury over all of those months where my Osteopath went ‘Ah’ when
I showed him where I was hurt. He’s a pretty good Osteopath and got me through
all other injuries so for him to say ‘Ah’ and then start asking if I wanted him
to write me a deferral letter I knew it was a problem. So yes it was daunting
to only be one mile in and feel it start to go. I’d gone through so much to get
to that start line though so I simply refused to let it stop me. Alter my game
plan …yes. Stop me….no! In hindsight this was probably a blessing in disguise
as if it hadn’t happened I might have pushed really hard and then found myself
really ill because by Mile 22 I already felt like I had sun-stroke.
The London Marathon is a wonderful course to
run/walk/hobble/crawl. Londoners are simply AWESOME at supporting you. You are
constantly bombarded with ‘come on Tricia, you can do it’ and
‘TRICIAAAAAAAAAAAA, OWN IT GIRL’ and so on. You get to see ALL of London’s best
bits from a great vantage point and all to the accompaniment of music as well.
You are surrounded by amazing people and can’t help but laugh each time a Rhino
or a Bumble Bee goes past faster than you. Each time I crossed a 5k marker I knew my tracking
device would update an app that would tell friends and family where I was…how
cool is that? Although it didn’t stop people asking Jamie repeatedly where I
was though lol – has nobody SEEN Donkey in Shrek? TUT!
VLM organisation is quite magnificent it has to be
said. Plentiful drinks stations, lots of
marshals and the effort that goes into securing entertainment along the course
is second to none. No matter what mile you are at there is something going on
to help lift you up and keep you going. The music is often powerful and
emotive. There was an awesome drumming band at one roundabout, rock bands
outside pubs, brass bands on street corners, gospel choirs on steps and then
rather bizarrely around Deptford there was what looked like a traditional folk
dance group ‘of sorts’ holding hoops and standing on a stage side-stepping
them. No music, some slight sound and a rather bizarre routine. It was for me
‘the’ most out of odds entertainment on the entire course. I went from sensory
overload to this weird little set up and it just made me giggle so much.
Then just after Mile 12 I knew I was going to be seeing lots
of friends and family and most important my wonderful Husband and kids J In my building elation
I got stuck between a Rhino and a fellow runner for Beating Bowel Cancer and
‘high fived’ him, my fellow charity runner that is …NOT the Rhino …he had
enough of an undertaking without having to High 5 me J Then suddenly the noise was
TREMENDOUS, and a sea of WHITE T-SHIRTS was ahead of me and I spotted my
Brother John first and started wolf-whistling towards him to indicate it was
me. Words will NEVER EVER explain to you what the ensuing 5-7 minutes meant to
me, did for me and how it helped me conquer the rest of that race. To be faced
with such a massive crowd of people screaming your name, singing songs to you,
hugging you, clapping you, crying to flipping SEE YOU (yes you Anna) and then
be part of the moment ‘with them’ is an insurmountable experience. My beautiful
children handed me sweeties and looked so excited in their oversized ‘Go Trish’
t-shirts with the Trish crossed out and replaced aptly with ‘Mummy’. My mate
from Ireland was sitting ON TOP of a phonebox in spite of the Police demanding
she shouldn’t! Marvellous. It was a
shared experience like no other and I didn’t want to leave them. Yet leave them I had to. Besides, I don’t
think the other revellers knew what on earth do make of it all, I must have had
THE nuttiest, craziest, loudest and biggest set of supporters on the entire
Marathon course. Really makes me smile that does.
So it was onwards I went passing rather happily the vital
half-way mark, seeing the runners on the other side of the road to me snaking
back towards the finish line as this part of the course couples with the return
22 mile mark. Later I would discover that THIS was where Mo Farrah finished his
race and got off of the course. Pah! Mo Farrah couldn’t finish but I could and
would! Who cares why he got off ‘blah blah blah’……. I was going the whole hog,
no practice run for me J
Further down the road I made the almighty stupid mistake of
stopping to use the toilets. I didn’t even NEED the toilet but logic told me I
should stop around half way and try. TWENTY MINUTES I queued for that flipping
toilet and when your body is screaming at you and seizing up this is not ideal.
I took the moment to return a message sent to my blackberry by a friend wishing
me luck and thanked her. She in turn firstly thought I had finished and then
when she realised I hadn’t was gobsmacked to realise I had my Blackberry with
me at all. Another moment to make me smile.
Time ticked by as did the miles. At around 17 miles people
start hitting the ‘theoretical wall’ and I was saddened to witness for the 2nd
time in doing this that people were indeed faltering all around me. When this
happens you really question yourself. Why am I here? Am I ok really? Will I
make it? We all know why I was there and we all know that I am ‘never ok’ and
as for making it…….there was never a doubt in my own mind. At 22 miles I really
honestly do think I was suffering sunstroke as mentioned. My head was pounding
and I did feel some nausea and I simply could not believe that after training
for months in the cold, London had brought me a ridiculously hot day to run in.
So I stopped to walk a bit reminding myself that nothing was more important
than to be safe – that I had family. This did work but my body was suddenly
REALLY REALLY falling apart in all other areas then …knees…ankles…pelvis etc
(all normal stuff to be fair for that distance) and I wondered if I would be
able to pick up again and then the most amazing thing happened…
The DJ on my left played M-People….’What have you done lately to make me feel
proud’!!!
I swear to god I could have gone over and kissed him. I
couldn’t believe it – they were playing my/our song! It felt like a sign that
all was good, all was well and I could certainly do it. In that little moment I
cried to myself and I picked up my legs and started running again. I honestly
felt a massive strength to me and felt lifted. If Stephen needed to find a
moment on that course to remind me he was always with me, then I figure he
picked that moment!
And so the end of the course drew closer, the amazing sight
of Big Ben looming ahead. I managed to see my charity at their cheering point
and they gave me a big hug. I texted Jamie to say how close I was much to the
amusement of the crowds ‘PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY TRICIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ and I used the remaining energy I had to make
this last section ‘count’ for me on a personal level. 10 years ago I had
nothing left in me at this point, yet somehow this time and with a dodgy groin
I somehow had the energy to pick up and go faster, letting Jamie know I was
going for a ‘sprint finish ‘ and that I would call him once over the line. And
I did! I flipping did! The crowds were ROARING and as I swung past Buckingham
Palace I could see myself on a big screen and again I really giggled. Then I
stared at the Finish Line ahead of me and smiled and raced to go get MY
MEDAL!!!!!!!!!! Outstanding!
Over the line and with my medal placed over my head I was deliriously happy. It may not have been the race I felt I had trained for, it may have been ridiculously hard to keep going with the stupid injury but it was without a shadow of a doubt the most wonderful marathon EVER. With my VLM goody bag and my gammy leg I set off to find Jamie and the kids. Jamie, standing in a section beyond the finish was very nervous whilst waiting for me as there were people throwing up around him and looking seriously ill. It was with a mega surprise to him therefore that I appeared looking pretty intact and happy! I know I trained well, I know I committed properly and I know I have the right attitude to do a Marathon – what I don’t seem to have is a body that wants to support that knowledge lol J
THANK YOU, EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU – YOU DID LONDON 2013 WITH ME! BE PROUD TOO!