That's my first marathon done and dusted and I am already planning my next one . It was very hard, but nowhere near as hard as I thought it was going to be. I had been scared stiff all week with the weather reports gradually predicting higher and higher temperatures. I knew how hard it had been at Sheffield in the heat and how dangerous a marathon could be anyway. So I drank water like it was going out of fashion, carbed up on very sensible foods, cut out caffeine and ran virtually nothing. Saturday morning came and it was lovely to see Kay and Nicky at the station (saw them at Leeds and Edinburgh stations, but our trains were 20 minutes apart unfortunately). We went for some lunch in Princes Street Gardens when we got there and then went to find the 'expo' which consisted of overpriced rubbish marathon branded stuff, a help desk to pick up numbers that hadn't arrived and a chance to sign up for 2010. Saturday evening should have been lovely with all our running club friends around, but as the evening went on I gradually lost the plot and ended up dashing into the toilets because I was about to burst into tears with anxiety. Jaz, Helen and Janice sorted me out between them - thank you! Sunday morning started for me at 3am (not deliberately!). It was hot at the start already. The mountains looming around the start pens were incredibly beautiful. Then in no time at all we were off. I had my pace band on for 3:42, 'BLUE BALLOON' written on my hand to remind me of Helen's story about setting off too fast and my Garmin set up to tell me the time, distance, current pace and lap pace with me intending to start a new lap each mile. Didn't see any mile markers until about mile 4 so that went out of the window. And pace band? Looked at it twice I think. I suppose that is a reflection of how much I have improved at pacing over the last few months. The race itself went by in a bit of a blur really. The heat was unbelievable, but wearing my hat seemed to help. There was no breeze from the sea and very little shade. I felt comfortable to about 14 miles when my body had its usual mile of yuck before settling down again. I knew I was hitting faster than my required pace for most of the miles, but they weren't silly fast. The only one I did tell myself off for was an 8:08, but I think that was actually a short mile. I drank at every water station, had a gel every 4 miles or so because of the heat and also had a couple of bottles of lucozade sport. Mile 24 was my slowest mile at 8:43, but then I saw our amazing supporters at mile 25 and it lifted me enough to get back on track. The next mile was hard, but not impossible and I didn’t experience anything different from my usual end of race negative feeling, except it was easier to turn it around and keep on target. The end was a welcome sight and as I stopped my watch I knew I had beaten my target – 3:41:45 (official time was one second faster lol). I have my good for age place for London 2010 and am absolutely thrilled. I know you will all be shocked to see that I even managed a fairly even split – 1:50 for the first half and 1:51 for the second. I was horrified that they ran out of water too. Apparently anyone slower than about 4:30 had difficulties. On a day like that it brought it home to me very visually how scary and tough a marathon is. I saw people collapsed by the side of the road, ambulances and a packed first aid tent at the finish. I was lucky. My worst injury came from my skins compression trousers being too tight when my legs swelled and leaving amazing bruises on my legs! I also have two tiny blisters and a bit of chafing from my ipod. I am so proud of how well everyone did on Sunday. Firstly, we all completed a marathon. Secondly, it was in the heat and some of you were out in the blazing sun without water for far longer than was safe. I am so lucky to have had such brilliant support and advice – thank you. And to all of you who came up to cheer us on – thank you so much as well – it kept us all going when it got tough. So now in typical me fashion I am planning my next race and already thinking about what I need to do before London to improve on my time. I can’t walk properly, stairs are a nightmare and I haven’t stopped grinning yet!
