Many of you have been following my progress over the past 7 months, while I was training for this years London Marathon and I am pleased to say that I did complete it, albeit slowly! It was a very tough run.  Early on in the race I started suffering from a recent injury on my knee, which I obtained from doing the 18.5 mile training run and then my timing was messed up by queuing for the toilet for 15 minutes! Because I lost so much time my mental focus went and I struggled to get my head round my disappointment. I kept trying to keep going, but the pain and a further stop, more queuing slowed me down very much.  Fortunately I met up with my boyfriend in the crowd halfway round, who encouraged me to keep going after I told him I didn’t think I was going to make it, fearing I was going to let myself and everyone else down.  It was just the boost I needed and I found my mental focus and my legs once more and ploughed through the rest of the race. In the last 7km I even overtook nearly 700 people, passing so many was great! I completed my fastest miles during mile 19 and 20 and when I reached the final mile, I blew a kiss to Big Ben as I knew that I was going to make it.  By the time I crossed the finish line, my legs were dead and my emotions were high! The medal round my neck reduced me to tears.  It is the only time I will ever admit to crying and you know what, I don’t care! I ran that fucking race and I completed those hard 26.2 miles raising £2100 for charity!

Thank you to all who donated and to everyone who got behind me on twitter, while my devoted slave, Taquin tweeted on tenterhooks!

Will I do it again?  The sane side of me suggests that it probably isn’t wise considering the massive impact my training has had on my life.  But the fighter and competitor in me wants to go back and get a faster time! Watch this space!

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