training was challenging, especially after not getting an entry the first
year I tried. So, I continued to train through two long British
winters, often finding time at 6am before a day's work. The only
reason I continued my training so religiously was not of physical
strength, but the thoughts I held about my family.
When I finally got
my ballot entry, I was delighted it was actually happening. I did
have my doubts, but the dedication of the people I trained with kept me
going - I owe them big time!
The day of the
2005 London Marathon was perfect. Bright sunshine, cool conditions.
I had the time of
my life - I enjoyed every minute. After 18 miles I met up with my
family for the last time on route. I was hot, sweaty, and could feel
my charity T-shirt rubbing my skin. I took the top shirt off and
continued running in my training vest.
For me, the
remaining miles were agonising both physically and emotionally, but more
so because I had lost the visual identity of who I was raising money for.
To complete the
London Marathon is a most rewarding experience. I have held onto
that feeling ever since.
So now, four
months after the marathon I am still running. Its something I enjoy,
yet my thoughts on those long lonely miles are always with the intentions
I began this mission with.