Soooo I survived! Not going to lie was so disappointed with my time. Was all set to get around 5hrs (pace I'd done my 30km at) but my body had different ideas. After seeing my sister harriet Jon mum drew and my children which was amazing so so amazing, Something pinged in my hip at mile 15ish St. John's person ran over but I didn't want to stop (probably should have done..!). So hobbled in a kind of zombie style jog for another 7 miles (whilst having to queue a very long time for the loo - hence my running app which pauses when you do giving me a different time to my chip time). Felt like I had been stabbed and someone had left the dagger in, couldn't stop crying was so frustrated as had been on target pace and had felt strong..rang my Dad at mile 22 and sobbed about how much I wanted a cup of tea and a little sit down. He gave me a pep talk, told me to walk and that I broken the back of it which made me feel so strengthened. I felt so lonely it was weird in all those people...oddly when I put the phone down to Dad had a little tap on my shoulder and my guardian angel (a chap called Graham bless you wherever you are) asked if I was ok. He was a fellow Crimestopper and poor thing had blood all down his shirt from chaffing. He walked with me and told me crap jokes (which I thought were hilarious) and basically kept me going. I spotted Dad two more times and if anyone has ever done an event like this seeing your loved ones makes you feel instantly better. Graham didn't care about his time he was just so happy to be completing it, looking around me I could see people hobbling gritting there teeth and just pushing forward, I knew then that I had to get over myself and let go of my target time (which has passed me by already) and just finish the bloody thing! At mile 24 there were footballers, a welsh rugby player and Chris Robshaw the England rugby captain handing out lucozade telling everyone how awesome they were they were cheering mine and Graham's name for what seemed liked ages after we passed them, so lovely. Getting down embankment I saw mile 25 ahead I wanted to finish the race running asked graham if he was up for it he said he couldn't because his feet were bleeding...I looked down and his feet actually were bleeding. He cheered my name as I gathered myself thought well I can't damage myself anymore and zombie styled jog off feeling like I was an elegant Amazonian warrior going into battle. Turning the corner and seeing the finish line was wild. I cried and cried and cried when I finished for lots of different reasons and seeing my family at the end was who you want with you after going through a roller coaster like that for SIX HOURS!! Thank you lovely family, thank you lovely friends, thank you people who I hardly know showing me such kindness, you'll never know how much your support meant...and yes my blisters are massive and yes I'm going to eat all the chocolate...YNWA.
