Well, that was emotional! After dragging daughter out of bed after 3 hours sleep we made our way to Stratford to the Olympic Park; met my son (who had parked in a Hackney side street having found the diversion signs went round in circles; then ran to meet us so probably ran more than 5 miles!)
Sat in the stadium before the muster time; and got all teary and emotional; it just felt that I have come so far since 8 months ago, and have made huge steps to a healthier future.
Set off very near the back of the Pinks; slow start as there was lots of bottle necks; which was probably a good thing for some people! Decided I didn't need the portaloos or the trees as some did near the start; ran all the way(except for bottle necks) keeping a quite steady pace for me; got to just before the 4 mile sign & had to use the loo, even though I had wee'd 4 times already! Nasty loo, no lock, no light, stinking but boy was it needed! Set off again, passed lots of people, back into rhythm quickly; down into the underneath of the stadium hearing the crowd, passed loads of people walking in the cool; onto the track and the noise! Wow! Clapped the crowd and searched until I found daughter and son, big waves to them, more tears for 100m then into a bit of a sprint for the last 100m....
Came in at 10781st in 1 hour 2 minutes and 8 seconds! Might of broken the hour if I hadn't had to stop; but there's always next time!