Yesterday I ran the London Marathon and I did run all 26.2 miles of it, no walking, even though at times my pace was almost that of a snail. It was an exciting day that turned out to be one of the toughest and most painful of my life; I can say that having never given birth or sustain any major injuries in my life.
In the last 10 miles it was a prolonged agony, which mentally I had to break down into small bits, 5 minute chunks and whittled down the miles to get through. I put my head down under my cap and focused on lots of things to take my mind off my legs, mostly I thought of my family, my boys and my husband and all the things we’ve been through and continue to move through together. I imagined Tink’s warm little body snuggled up against me in bed, I recalled Stig’s beautiful eyes and infectious smile beaming at me and I looked forward to the strong embrace of Mr H.
On a number of occasions I really thought “I can’t do this” but I would push this thought from my mind and think of all the wonderful words of support I’d received from family and friends, all the encouraging words I had from twitter and Facebook and the desire to make you all proud and not let anyone down kept me going. Seeing my lovely in-laws cheering me on at 25 miles was a massive boost, and even though my name wasn’t on my vest having a common name like Sarah has its advantages when running a marathon, there were plenty of “go Sarah” shouts, I took them all. There is also the massive amount of donations and sponsorship money I’ve received for the charity TACT, people have been so generous and every penny really does count and helped me to put one foot in front of the other yesterday. Seeing the pink TACT cheering groups and hearing lovely Megan shouting my name helped put a smile on my face at quite a low moment.
I knew arriving at the start line yesterday that it was not going to be an easy task. My training had been much hampered by the weather and family events; we’ve been in some dark places in these last few months. A couple of time I set out to train in tears and found even doing a short run really hard work, even though it’s only a year since I last trained it all just felt a lot harder. But I went to run a marathon, not walk it and I was determined to do just that and I did. Even though my time was slower than I would have liked I’m very proud because I didn’t give up. I kept telling myself that walking would be just as painful and it would take twice as long to finish. Today I feel very tired and I ache a lot but I’m happy, happy to know that if I put my mind to something, no matter how hard I really can do it.
My last word of thanks goes to the lovely lady who placed my medal around my neck as I crossed the line, I said to her “Oh I could kiss you” and she replied “you can if you want” so I did and she gave me a lovely hug too.
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