A sweaty and knackered me
After the race that never was, the race that was. Yesterday I ran my first marathon. When I had to pull out of doing the London Marathon earlier this year due to illness I was massively disappointed, but I set my sights on doing another one before the year was out. To be honest, having done all the training and build up for London it felt like unfinished business, and although everyone kindly allowed the charity to keep all the money I'd raised, I still felt like I wanted to complete the distance to somehow 'earn' the sponsorhip.
So I signed up for the New Forest Marathon which meant a whole bunch more training, another new pair of trainers, and a few more blisters – but I'm not complaining, because it was an amazing experience. It's funny how it's the little things that give you such encouragement and inspiration. So thanks should go to the guy from the Royal Navy that I ran 8 miles with when the heat was really kicking in, the girl that high-fived me at 16 miles, and to the lady that offered me biscuits at 21 miles (it's the thought that counts). And at the risk of this turning into a gushing Gwyneth Paltrow speech, thanks again to all those who were so generous with their sponsorship (I raised over £1600 for the PSP Association), and special thanks to my better half for the immeasurable support (and the Hawaiian Lei). I loved it all.