Dispatch from London #2

Mucous is now healthier clear color. Marianne’s flat is white.

It is very freaking cold here. My toes are numb.

Been to lots of pubs. Surprise, surprise.

Went on the London Eye today. Neato.

Okay, off to more pubs…

Dispatch from London, #1

George hacking up mass quantities of mucous.

Marianne’s flat very nice.

Very cold here.

Flight was endless.

Already been to three pubs.

Pub quiz tonight, wish us luck!

I did it!

Done!

I’ve done it!

For now, I’ll just post the message I sent to the Dead Runner’s Society (the running mailing list I belong to) but when I get home, I’ll do a whole page with pictures, mile-by-mile details, all the good stuff.

Today, I feel fantastic. Much less sore (except for some blisters) and the elation is building. Sunday I was too exhausted and shocked to feel much afterwards. Yesterday I was too sore, but today…ah yes. Today is a good day. πŸ˜€

(Also, last night, Marianne and I went searching for Declan, an old friend of ours from when we lived here. He has his own pub in Islington, but we didn’t know where. But we found him! It was all very exciting.)

So here is what I sent to the DRS:

It is now Monday. The day after the marathon. Boy, are my quads sore. Ha ha! I
am reeeally looking forward to tomorrow, when I’ve heard the pain is at its worst.
Yay!

I’ll actually write a better race report when I get back, as I don’t have the
details with me (what I wrote down, mile splits, plus the photos we took, etc.)

So, my goal was to finish in under 6 hours.

I finished in 5:57:36, right on target! Here are some of my splits, according
to the london marathon website. the 10K mats weren’t working, apparently, when i
crossed it, which i noticed as we ran over it. oh well. it was around 1:20, i think.
http://london.championchip.de/2002/detail.php?_id=31448

I never hit the wall.

Highlights:

Lots of fun costumes. We ran pretty much the whole way with a red telephone
named Dave. I think he ended up finishing a little in front of us. πŸ˜›

We saw the Penguin leading the 5:30 pace group, and we were going to run with
them, but they kind of smoked us at about mile 4. πŸ˜› ha ha! Anyway, I just thought it
was really cool that we saw him. Neat!

At mile 18, all of a sudden, a blister on my left fourth toe popped. It was a
disgusting feeling, but fortunately, we were directly next to some paramedics.
Lucky! They bandaged me up (and we took a photo) and sent me on my way. The
band-aid didn’t really help, and for a few minutes, I was really really scared it was
going to finish me off. It was excrutiatingly painful, and I couldn’t walk on it,
much less run. But amazingly, the pain went away after about half a mile of walking,
and I was able to run on it with no problem after that.

At around mile 24, Big Ben, my favorite icon of London, came into view. It
always makes me happy to see it, and this time, when I saw it, I started sobbing and
gasping, but not really crying. I didn’t let myself go. And then, I just got to
this point where I had to just dig deep down and concentrate. So I would pick a spot
on the road about 10 feet in front of me, and run to it, pick another one, run to
it, etc, etc. The spectators were really thick at this point, and the runners were
sparse, so there were huge crowds screaming “go pam! go chris!” which was
great, but i really couldn’t pay attention to it. another thing was, when chris gets near
the end of a long run, he starts talking and cheering us on, and getting
encouraging, when all i want to do is concentrate. i don’t want anyone talking to me. but
that’s just the difference between us. so i just tuned him out. πŸ˜‰

So then, at about mile 25 or a bit after that, I was able to pull myself
together (it’s hard to run and cry at the same time!!)and enjoy the crowds. As I said, I
never hit the wall or anything, but I was *tired*. I only managed about 2 hours
of sleep the night before, and getting to the race was a bit of an ordeal (more on
that in a later email) so after running nearly 6 hours, yes, i was sleepy. πŸ™‚ So we
walked a little bit when the signs said “only 800 meters to go.” You know, 800
meters sounds like so little, but it’s really half a mile, right? But we
started running, turned the corner at Buckingham Palace, and the gasping and crying
threatened to start again. Didn’t want to ruin my finish line photo, though!
But Chris and I managed to grab hands and raise them in front of the finish line. I
finished one place in front of him. πŸ˜› yay!

So, that’s all for now. I’m tired. But I didn’t loaf around today. Walked
around, went to a museum (now that’s a bad idea! too much standing around!), walked
around hyde park, and now, found an internet cafe.