It was the day of the Brighton Marathon, it was Fantastic! Fantastic! Fantastic! Beautiful weather conditions, enthusiastic crowds, Brilliant organisation, what more could I ask. David and I thoroughly enjoyed the First Brighton Marathon and we were proud to be there. There were more hills to walk compared with the London Marathon, but it didn’t seem to phase any of the runners. The crowds of marathon supporters have no idea how much it meant to us when they were cheering us on, even the runners that were passing us were cheering us along too. We pushed on as hard and fast as we could at fourteen miles a large blister on my left foot burst, but I pushed on, some how the constant cheering of the supporters kept my adrenalin flowing and spurs me on. We pushed on mile after mile, then at eighteen miles another blister burst on my other foot. I was in quite a lot of pain at this point, but I knew the finish was in sight. Finally we crossed the finish line and there were tears in my eyes, but they were tears of joy. My mother had travelled to Brighton by train and greeted me at the finish line with tears in her eyes, she said she was very proud of her daughter.
I picked up my medal and my marathon goody bag then we went to the hotel to get a massage but we had to walk the four miles. My feet were both very sore and my legs were aching, but some how I managed to walk back to the hotel. It was worth the walk just to get the massage to release the tension on my aching legs. Finally, we didn’t have far to walk to the car but it took us another hour to actually get through the traffic and get out of Brighton, then we were on the motorway and heading for home. By the time I got home my legs were so stiff and my feet so blistered that I could hardly walk. I fell into my bed and drifted off to sleep straight away. The next morning when I woke up I really was hurting badly and I couldn’t walk very well at all. A dear friend of mine came round to help me out and keep me company whilst I was suffering, but all he did was keep laughing at my funny walking movements and doing John Wayne impersonations. People ask will I do the marathon again, but whilst I’m still in pain its the last thought in my mind, at this point I just want to rest my weary body. I am very pleased that I achieved my dream of doing the first Brighton marathon and I’m also delighted that I could do it for SAVI. I would really like to thank all my trainers, escorts and guides for their wonderful assistance and the support of all my sponsors was worth every step of the marathon. I’ve WON!
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