I was somewhat apprehensive about today's run. 18 miles is a long way, and my previous long run (15 miles) was a nightmare from start to finish. And 18 miles is further than 15 miles! When I finished the 15 miler I was so miserable I considered stopping all this marathon nonsense, and quite possibly quitting running altogether.
This morning we got up early, leaving the house at 4.30am so that Husbando could get to his book fair in London. I set out on my run at 6am, when it was already 61F. I'd been chatting with a running friend about the fact that I was going through a phase of not really enjoying running. He suggested that I should try running a lot slower than I normally would on my long runs. With this in mind I set off planning to run 10 minute miles.
It was lovely. Beautifully blue skies, many roads closed for the Paralympic marathon, and all run at a pace that I felt I could carry in running for ever. Unfortunately my bladder had other ideas! Or rather my mind did! For some reason, the thought popped into my head that it was going to prove impractical to pop behind a hedge if I needed a pee. From that moment on I needed a pee constantly! Luckily there were enough Starbucks and McDonald's open!
I ran along The Embankment, with a detour up to the King's Road (Starbucks!) as far as Wandsworth Bridge and then came back along the South Bank, through Battersea Park and back over Battersea Bridge. As I turned right coming off the bridge I noticed a runner in front of me who was swaying somewhat. I knew something was wrong, so sped up a bit to try and catch her. I didn't manage it. She fell, falling hard against the iron railings and fell, unconscious, to the pavement. I sprinted, yanking my 'phone out of my pocket and trying to remember what number to dial to call 999! I checked her pulse and her breathing, and was about to put her in the recovery position when she started fitting. I was on the phone by now summoning an ambulance. My instructions were that we were on Chelsea Embankment, 50m east of Battersea Bridge. I was asked if I could be more specific! Er, no! I don't have an OS map to provide an 8 figure grid reference!
Meanwhile the lady (Lisa) was starting to come round. She had huge lacerations to her face and was very confused. I was sitting on the ground next to her, holding her hand. The woman on the phone was asking me all sorts of questions that I really didn't want to answer with the patient listening, but we got there in the end! As we waited for the ambulance I dialled Lisa's husband on my phone, so that she could tell him what was going on (she had no phone with her). It seemed a long wait, but the when they arrived they were efficient and friendly whisking Lisa off to St Thomas's. I phoned her husband again to let him know where she was going. I hope she is Ok.
Then I had to start running again. That was hard. I'd already run nearly 11 miles, and then sat on a pavement for ages getting nice and stiff! Somehow I managed. I crossed the river again at some point, running along the South Bank as far as Southwark Cathedral, before coming back and crossing over the Millennium Footbridge (a first for me - I wanted to check it was safe before risking it). At about 15 miles I suddenly realised that I was able to do this! I could run 18 miles and I was enjoying it! I could have carried on much longer, so I figure that I will just accept that I am going to run a very slow marathon, and give myself a time to improve on!
As I ran back along The Embankment I was again on the Paralympic marathon route. I saw a fair few runners, but not David Weir (it would be greedy to watch him win two medals I suppose). It was a fantastic atmosphere, with crowds cheering athletes on, and turning to cheer me on when there were no real runners to watch!
I have just one more really long run to do now before THE BIG DAY! 22 miles in a couple of weeks, but I shall just go out slow and steady and remember that the reason I run is because I enjoy it!