Cragsy and I were both delighted to pick up our club places at the Xmas Do for this years FLM. How many times along the 26.2 did we rue that decision to take part?At 8am on Sunday I met Craig at Waterloo as we were both at the Blue start.The sun was getting hot and the tube train sweltering. At Blackheath we both commented on what a lovely day for a gentle stroll with the family, maybe a picnic and an ice-cream, and seriously questioned our sanity.I snook into Pen 1 where Craig was, having being denied access by the FLM Pen Gestapo, and we were very happy to be so close to the front.We convinced ourselves the best policy was to stay calm and work up to our intended race pace.The customary A&T handshake and then hooter went. Off we went at the speed of a thousand gazelles, despite our plan and we had to reign ourselves in a bit, bearing in mind the blazing sunshine. At one point Cragsy mentioned we were doing 6.10 min/miling, this was about the same time that the Runner's World official 7 min/mile pacer flew past us, weaving in and out of the masses (Isn't that what Runner's World tells you not to do in every issue?!- a word of warning to those considering following one at future marathons!)It wasn't long before we were feeling the effects of the sun and we were gelling up alot earlier than planned. My bald swede doesn't help matters in those conditions but I declined the temptation to wear a knotted hankie.Our 10k time was ok and we were settling into a rythm but before Tower Bridge we were both suffering more than expected.Once over half way, you can start the count down which helped psychologically and there was alot of shade to be found in the Isle of Dogs.I croaked last year between 18-20 miles and this was in the forefront of my mind as I pushed on towards the Highway and the approach to the embankment. Once on the embankment the crowds really push you on and everyone, at least once in their lifetime should experience it.My Dad was on a footbridge over the embankment and knowing he would be watching spurred me on more.I gave him a wave then gritted my teeth and pushed for the finish. I'd worked out that my target of sub 3.15 was out of reach but wanted to finish strong. The sight of the Union Jacks on the Mall was a real joy and I was totally elated as I crossed the line in 3.19:02.Real men don't cry they say but I was quite overwhelmed at the finish, probably more out of relief than achievement.I met up with Cragsy, but probably missed Jo as I as blubbing into my foil sheet.We both said 'never again!' then went off to meet our families. When I got home Sarah said 'I saw Nell McAndrew and thought you wouldn't be far behind her'...My real race plan had been rumbled. Well done to the bionic Pete, Steve, Criag and Jo.Thanks A&T for the club place and to everyone for their support and encouragement, but then again you wouldn't expect anything less from this fine club.Also thanks to my sponsors who helped raise more than £1200 quid for our wounded heroes. Until next time.....
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