I MADE IT...10K done...ALIVE....ok, I didnt break any world records, nor did I come in the top ten, twenty, 100 or even 600...but I did it, and knocked one minute off my PB...*ahem*
Sooo...
900 runners, 759 were chipped so had registered finish times....and I came.....634. Ha. Ok ok, there were a large number of veterans behind me..but not all of the 125 were over 80..there were some running club bods too ! I know when I put my time up people will basically laugh at the fact I am going to attempt this Marathon lark, but seriously, I have gone from a complete non runner to giving up a weekend of Booze and fun to go running on a Sunday morning...it really isnt me. So, hide your giggles you runners out there:
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Surprisingly I actually enjoyed it, apart from the blisters forming at mile 2, but most of all I loved feeling competitive and running with a group of people. Not talking to them..oh no...at times I could hardly breathe with spittle forming round my mouth like a rabid dog, but nice to do a little encouraging nod to Doris when I passed her ... and then she nods at me when she picks up her pace and sprints off with me eating her dust.
My other love was my support. Team Alice (the Ashford massive) shall not go unmentioned. You dudes rock, Han, Linda, Jim with home made Team Alice T shirts, and Kathy & Charlie providing the yummy shepherds pie for afterwards. Yes, I think the fact that I literally ran past Han and Linda while cheering at myself so they would notice me was an interesting fact, but I honestly wouldnt have made it to the finish line without the final T Shirt flash from Han...thanks hun for also distracting the other runners with said boob flash I wouldve definitely come in place 700 if it wasnt for you ;-)
Also you dudes on Facebook, and the numerous texts, I felt the love, so thanks..make sure you keep it up!
The blisters on my feet are still agony, so I hobbled to the Asics shop this lunch time to have a grumble (as I did have my gait done with them)....and they wheeled out this buff...white tight Tshirted Adonis called Robert. All styled hair, pearly white teeth, and Pecks that I just wanted to stroke...so he put me completely off my "angry Alice...professional athlete" moan..and I turned into a jibbering, slightly red wreck, agreeing to go in tomorrow to have another analysis done. Which I no doubt have to shell out for....
Now for the important point...What shall I wear ? Adonis here I come...
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| Yes yes..you are right..I am slower than the girl with a strapped up knee... |
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| I was just trying to hold in vomit..with a dude shouting "SMILE, youve finished" he's lucky he didnt get the money shot... |
