After two weeks of hardly any running since running a half marathon on the treadmill, I went into the main event concerned about my fitness and various injuries. All I’m going to say is that it’s the hardest run I’ve ever done but I completed it.
On a beautiful warm day, cramp threatened to ruin my day as it kicked in from around 7K. The run was torture at times but the cheers and generosity of the crowd and other runners, especially on the home straight, spurred me on to the end.
I realised about 2 miles from home that my right hand was swollen and once I crossed the finishing line I went straight into the medical tent but it turned out I’d banged it in my rush to get back from my brother’s wedding in Newmarket yesterday. I was his best man and I remembered I whacked my hand on the car door in my hurry to get back and get enough sleep before the big day.
Today was an amazing occasion (as was yesterday) and all of the gazebos and food stalls on Hackney Marshes made it feel like a rock concert. There were thousands of entrants and though my group started late, I really enjoyed the occasion. As the race started there was an immediate incline which sapped my energy and I felt like Anthony Joshua for the rest of the run: beaten up! But I did it and it feels good.
All things considered I’m pretty chuffed with myself.