Hello all, I have been a quiet but regular visitor. Cheering along with you all as you progress, thanking everyone for their support, humour and wisdom and quietly plodding on with my training for my first half marathon.
Today I ran the Royal Parks half along with 14999 others. It was slow, not pretty and harder than my same distance runs in training, but I did it and that is due in no small part to you all and this site. I ran for the Royal Marsden which is the hospital that continues to treat me as I have an ongoing kerfuffle with cancer. I couldn't be more thrilled to be able to do something for those people who got me to the finishing line and keep me going.
The race was a curate's egg of highs and lows. The organisation was pretty ropey at the start and we had to wade through mud swamps to get to our start funnels. It was 50 minutes after the official start time when I got on my way in a crowded field. There were some stretches that felt great: miles 2-7 were dandy and I was much buoyed by seeing the Marsden cheering station. Miles 8-10 were workman-like, slow and tough. I began to walk more and the running intervals were slower and harder. Miles 11-12 were painful. The last mile was a an act of utter will power and grit.
I sobbed as I crossed the line and then again when I saw my consultant waiting for me in the tent. He asked whether my haemoglobin was high enough to run. I told him the answer turned out to be 'yes, apparently'.
Now I am wondering how the heck I do that twice because.... I have a place in London. I'll be hanging around if that's okay?