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"My London Marathon horror story: 💪 to 🚑
Last Sunday was my scariest and worst day in 15 years of running. Here's a potted history of how it unfolded. There's too much to say in one post, so here's the first (and most straightforward) part.
I ran a steady and sensible first half, 76:11. However, just before this, around 20km, I felt a sudden urge to stop for a loo. I would have considered this a professional failing in fuelling, so instead slowed down and waited for it to pass.
I kept slowing down, and although the urgency passed, the gut discomfort meant I didn't risk taking on even a sip of water or gel for the remaining 22km...absolutely unheard of for me.
I tried to pretend to myself I was 'cruising home' and 'enjoying the crowds' (see photo 🙄), but the truth is I was deeply uncomfortable and could not wait for the finish line to come. It finally did, and 2:35 was my slowest London Marathon time in a fair few years, but none of that is relevant right now!
Fast forward 4 days and I'm very much still recovering mentally and physically, and I'll try to post again tomorrow to help fill in the gaps between that finish line and this sofa.
#londonmarathon #marathon #runlondon"