I finally made it to the start line of a half marathon after being a DNS four times last year. I made it to the finish line too. As well as Henry VIII there were 12 thousand runners in attendance but I mostly had my non sop internal gibbering to keep me company. It went a little like this:
Miles 1-3 This is fun, I'm like a happy puppy bounding along without a care in the world. Perfect temperature for running, nice and cool. Glad I wore my vest. Thank goodness it's not raining. Brilliant!
Miles 4-7 Caffeine gel, the elixir of life! Look at me overtaking everybody! It's warmed up a little. Go faster legs, we've got this. Still no rain, this is the best I've ever felt. I can definitely hold this pace to the end. Yippee!
Miles 8-11 Wow, it's so hot! I thought I was running along the Thames not through the Sahara. Wish it would rain so I could cool down. Legs, why have you rebelled and stopped me at the side of the road?
Miles 12-13.1 Oh, this awful. I have never felt worse than this in my whole life. Look at everybody overtaking me. No more stopping. Oh curses, legs why have you stopped again so close to the end? This is truly grim!
Back home. That was brilliant!
It was a pleasure to run in such a historic setting. The event was so well organised and the bling is a thing of beauty. Despite feeling like I was dying a thousand deaths for much of the second half I really did enjoy it. Oh, the virtual pom poms did help, they didn't quite manage to put down the rebellion of my legs but they did get me to the finish line.
As ever, many thanks for the encouragement.