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Heading to the start |
The alarm sounded – it was dark
outside, that’s because it was 3:10am! The day was finally here, the day of the
San Francisco Marathon! We ate our porridge pots (brought over from England)
and tried for a few more minutes of sleep before setting off from our hotel for
the 5:30am start!
Despite the early start I felt
awake and raring to go – I think finally all the months of training were about
to become a reality and I couldn’t wait to get started! Dan and I arrived in
good time at the start, which meant we could drop off our bags and get to a
queue free portaloo! A first for me at a marathon!! After dropping Dan’s kit off we
said our goodbyes and wished each other luck. I was starting in Wave 1 at 5:32
(2 minutes after the elites) and Dan was in Wave 2 for his half marathon which
started 10 minutes later. I got to my pen nice and early, and was having a chat
with a few friendly Americans while we waited for the customary National Anthem
and announcements. At 5:30am the elites were off. My heart was pounding, only 2
minutes to go – this was it!! I’d managed to get myself right to the front of
the wave, so when the gun went I was on an open road! What struck me in the
first few miles on this marathon was the peace and quiet. In London and Paris
there is noise and hustle right from the start! Here, it wasn’t even light yet,
there were a few supporters (but not many), and all the runners around me were
‘in the zone’. It was actually a really nice way to start a marathon, alone
with your own thoughts, and preparing for what was to lie ahead.



We headed out of the park and
into Downtown San Francisco. There was very little flat in this part of the
course, just uphills followed by downhills. In many ways, I think I preferred
this. I would push on the uphills knowing that there was a downhill coming and
then relax into it. My watch was still giving me an average pace that would get
me in for 3:15, but I’d become increasingly aware that my watch was not
matching up with the mile markers, and my watch was 400m ahead. I knew
therefore, that I could add on a couple of minutes to the time my watch was
predicting me. I went through 24 miles in 3 hours according to the watch. All
my miles had been under 8 minutes up until that point and I knew I could run
another 2.2 at that pace, which would bring me in around the time I wanted.
Despite being in a fair bit of pain at this point (some of the steep downhills
had really taken it out of my quads!), I was thinking how strong I felt at this
point in the race compared to previous marathons. Never in a marathon had I made it to 24 miles without a
significant drop in pace. I knew 3:15 was going to be slightly out of reach,
but my back up plan was sub 3:20, so I re-focused on this and pushed on! Knowing my family and friends were following me on the tracking device really helped me keep the pace!
The sun was starting to shine
quite strongly now, and I was thinking a hat and sunglasses would be good at
this point. I could see the SF Giants baseball stadium ahead, another
spectacular sight! And then behind it, the Bay Bridge!! The finish line was
under this – not far to go!! As all other marathon runners will relate to, the
last few miles are just a matter of survival. Putting one foot in front of the
other and willing the finish line to be there! I don’t remember a whole lot of
detail!! The last 400m are a total daze.
Dan had made it back from his half marathon race and was on the side lines
cheering me on. Unfortunately in my marathon-induced state I didn’t see or hear
him at this stage, but am so happy that he was there to share the moment.
I crossed the finish line in an
official time of 3hr18.08. I instantly felt lightheaded and made my way through
the various finish stands, collecting a medal, photo, bottle of water etc… I
could see Dan stood at the end and I made my way over. We gave each other a
massive hug. He told me my time and that he’d smashed his PB too (1hr44.18) –
we’d done it!! Four months of preparation and
here we were stood at the finish line in San Francisco having both achieved our
goals!
One of the best days of my life!! And it wasn’t even 9am!!!
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Crossing the finish line |