I did it My Way

It's over.

5 hours 53 minutes 53 seconds.

Not the fastest time, and slightly outside my 5 hour target, but I finished, I wasn't last, and the roads were still closed. To be fair they gave those African chaps a bit of an unfair start by putting them at the front, I never stood a chance of winning. It took me 15 minutes to cross the start line (see picture) !

It was a glorious start to the day, sunny but crisp.

The crowds were superb all the way. There were bands, children wanting you to high five them, and offering jelly babies and wine gums. A real party atmosphere.
I was grateful I had my name on my shirt, because having your name shouted and chanted really helps you when it gets tough.

And tough it did get. Miles 15-20 were horrible. Every step was forced through these 5 miles.

But once you get to 20 you know you've done it. Even if you had to walk, or crawl, you've done it.

And my family were there cheering me on with 385 yards to go. In the pouring rain. Good job too. It hid the tear in my eye. What a great ending.

I enjoyed myself, and in the end raised well over £3,000 for NSPCC. Money which will be well used by them. Thank to all of you for that. I was amazed by everyone's generosity.

I would recommend you to do it. If I can do it, anyone can. I was horribly unfit at the start.

It made me eat better, exercise and drink less.

I feel so much better today then 6 months ago. Well, perhaps not today exactly...but you get the idea !

I shall keep it up (except for the doner kebab, cider and, er, the extra pizza I had last night - but I had earned it, hadn't I ?)

Will I do it again ?

No.

Tomorrow, it's only a day away

So, here we are. This time tomorrow I will be somewhere near Tower Bridge all being well. About half way around the route. Hoping the rain stays away so that the crowds don't - it will be really important to have people to cheer you along when the going gets a bit tough. Excited, yes. Nervous, yes. Looking forward to it though. 6 months of preparation for this. I have finished my high carb meal, and I am just off for the afternoon to watch my wife in an AmDram show. No running this week, but I did build a pond in my garden. The weather man claimed there was a drought, so it obviously rained every day while I was building. The irony is I can't use a hosepipe to fill it. But my fear of any accidents or muscle strains doing DIY are unfounded, and I feel in tip top shape for tomorrow. No excuses. Now need to avoid injury watching the Sound of Music, and a movie night with my kids tonight. what could possibly go wrong? The next post will be post-race. See you on the other side !

Rising up, back on the street

I went for my last run on Sunday before the big day.

I had downloaded 100 hits of the 80's to my iPod. My entire teenage life was in the 80's, so this music is very much the soundtrack of my youth.

10 miles, not too stretching, nice day.

I had already progressed through Europe, Wham and Frankie Goes to Hollywood, and had transported myself back to the days of school disco's and awkward conversations with girls.

Isn't being a teenager crap ?

I then got to the bottom of a long uphill stretch that I don't especially enjoy on my route.

The iPod burst into life....Survivor and The Eye of the Tiger.

I became Rocky Balboa.

I ran up the hill at quite a lick, and, yes, when I got to the top I raised my arms and did a few jumps with air high-fives. Bring on Mr T.**

An old lady with her dog turned back quickly and walked the other way.

I felt great, and even Rick Astley and Bucks Fizz didn't dampen my good spirits.

I am ready for combat next Sunday morning.

Ding ding.

**Please note, if you have never seen all of the Rocky Movies, these references are meaningless.

To beer or not to beer ?

Now we are in the business end of Marathon preparation.

3 weeks to go and it is very real indeed.

It was my wife's birthday and our wedding anniversary last week. Following celebrations for both, I have stopped drinking alcohol until after I finish the marathon.

And now, all I really want is a beer.

This was the bit I was dreading most if truth be told.  Forget the training, the cold mornings, no desserts, and the inevitable pain I shall suffer running the marathon itself.
No, the hardest thing for me will be no beer at all for 24 days.

I know there are many people who would have no problem at all with this.

But I am a social animal. I enjoy a pint and a glass of wine with friends. 

And, despite plenty of video evidence to the contrary, I still believe I am funnier and better looking when I have a drink.

It has been heading this way for weeks - I have slowed up my drinking a lot. I even went to a very nice restaurant the other evening with my wife and ordered, wait for it, a half bottle of red wine.

I embarrassed myself. Surely only old people ordered such items ?

The waiter was unimpressed too. I don't blame him. Maybe I should have worn elasticated trousers and slip on shoes too.

Still, there is a plus side. Though I hate to admit it. I feel better than I have for years.

I have lost over a stone now in weight, I sleep exceptionally well, and I ran 10 miles comfortably on Saturday morning with no ill effects.

Basically, I am now fit.

I expect after all this I will keep up the fitness. 

I will have the suits taken in on the basis I intend to remain at the weight I am now into the future.

I will deny myself the odd culinary delight, rather than eat it because it is on the menu.

But...I think I will also enjoy that first pint about 4pm on Sunday 22nd April.

I just hope I've finished the Marathon when I drink it !