So I can finally say that I’ve run the Virgin Landan marathon… In 4 hours 51 minutes… I ain’t no Jessica Ennis but I did manage to finish the thing…better late than never as they say… I want to thank everybody so much for all the amazing donations that helped me reach and surpass my £2,000 target for my charity, Hearing Dogs for the Deaf... Woof Woof!
I loved the whole experience although there were points where I did struggle a little bit… mainly mile 17-20… the miles seem longer and longer… and mile 22 when I decided to stop for a 30 sec loo trip… trying to pick up pace after that felt like my body was about 90 stone…
It was a totally unreal experience and also quite an emotional one… I was happy, sad, motivated, inspired, overjoyed, ecstatic , wanted to bawl, wanted to vom at one point, was in pain but when you see people run past with fake legs, go past in wheel chairs and see people running for love ones they’ve lost, that inspires you to keep going. Random people hand you out food along the way and orange segments…so that’s quite exciting! The spirit of people keeps you going….
Seeing Sarah and Ollie at London Bridge, with jelly babies…well that brought a tear to my eye even if I deafened them with my screams and hurled profanities with the excitement of seeing them! The coconut water at mile 17 was unreal and I looked so way cooler than everyone else drinking their Lucozade sport! Yeee haaaaa! My family and friends were sensationally EPIC and I definitely could not have got through it without them. I managed to see them all at THREE different locations… Thanks especially to the hung-over ones… I salute you! Thanks to my cousin Ciara for the school bell so I could hear you all before I saw you! LEGEND!
I think I may have also experienced an outer body experience at the last mile… When I saw Big Ben, I knew I was so close to the end, then as I ran past Buckingham palace, I saw the finish line and at that point it was like my body was overtaken and I sprinted the rest of the way. A highly odd experience… Trying to get down the stairs… to get on the tube… to get to the pub in Covent Garden…. to meet everyone afterwards was quite comical.. PRIORITIES… and My Dad for my first drink which was a pint of Chiller? Whatever that is…
The day before the marathon I received my Amy Winehouse limited edition journal and also a personal note from her brother to apologies for the delay in delivery. That was mind blowing to me… I have no words….!
The night before the marathon thejournal.ie were so lovely to publish my marathon story. Some random Irish people wrote some really nasty comments which kinda threw me as I read them before I went to sleep. But I reported them afterwards and the comments have been since removed… As my cousin Daire pointed out… Haters are Motivators! You can read the article on the London Marathon HERE!
Well I’ve definitely found a new addiction and I love it. I have become partial to a few 10K’s per week. It’s the ultimate liberation and could even be classed as mild REHAB for your brain. And it’s free!
I LOVE RUNNING!
Where to next…. I might have to take it to the the motherland… Dublin….
I came, I saw, I did it for the Dogs all whilst living the disco dream!