Firstly thanks for all your kind words, after yesterdays blog. X
At the end of the 26.2 miles, I collected my medal and goody bag, hugged Mrs F, thanked my fellow runners for their support, grabbed Madam from her carers and headed over to the relics. This meant negotiating a fence, bending to go under it, was slightly tricky at this point. I knew I had to take my trainers off and was met with the sight of this, ewwww.
Running a marathon kills all my brain functioning so was it did not occur to me to put something warm on till Mum suggested it. “Oh I will change in to dry clothes” I said. I was just going to strip off there (see what I mean about brain function). In the end I opted for the port-o-loo. How Superman did it in a phonebox I have no idea. A port- o-loo is a very cramped and dangerous option, but it felt so good to put on clean dry clothes, fortunately I had brought along flip flops to wear putting my feet in to, anything else would have been IMPOSSIBLE.
I fully expected at this point for Mum and Dad to head off to their car in one direction and Madam and I to mine in the other direction. As an independent almost 50 year old, it did not occur to me that things would happen any other way. But no, Dad took my bag, Mum my other one and we walked very slowly to my car, three relics and Madam. Mum then put some deep freeze on my back, Dad called hubby, a coat was placed in the drivers seat to help support my back. Not often I get looked after but it was lovely. At a guess they were concerned with me driving the 4 hours home! The drive however went well the M25 kind to me, the hardest part was getting out of the car at half way to have dinner, I just could not straighten my legs. The waitress must have thought Madam was having dinner with her Grandma!
Positives from the day
- I had great support on the day
- Fantastic blog support since
- Great Medal and goody bag
- Nice to be involved in the First Chelmsford Marathon
- I managed it
- The old body had recovered by Wednesday
Five marathons, one for each decade, accomplished in 10 years of running, so that seems like a great place to stop. So no more 26.2 miles for me!
Here are some pics from the day.