Recovery

Yesterday, in response to someone asking me how I felt towards the end of the run, I actually said the words "Oh, I felt fine, actually". Really??

It would seem that having been in and out the other side, I have now allocated my marathon experience a handy rose-tinted glow. Although I have to say it did all go rather quickly and I didn't really have much of a chance to consider how it all felt. Apart from two miles (18-20) where my knee was threatening to give way, there was not one point when I genuinely didn't think I could complete it and sustain my pace into those last few hundred yards. And I pulled a sprint out of the bag for the finish. So all in all, I can say it was neither entirely enjoyable nor entirely painful. I have no blisters, chaffage or missing toenails, my bowels did not move en route (worringly common, as I am told) and I can walk.


All in all, I am very pleased with my effort and only a little worried by the fact that at some point, my 'skin of my teeth' attitude towards the challenges life throws is sooner or later bound to leave me a cropper, since it has not done on this occasion.

More soon - I have yet to beguile you with tales of adult egg-hunting in the village of Clive ('adult' in terms of age of participant, fear you not), the brilliant team behind Whitchurch FM, THE radio station for Shropshire ("It's so hot right now"), the generosity of so many wonderful, excellent, fabulous people and, er, other stuff but right now, I have to go now.

Oh, and I'll post a link to the marathon photos when they're all up.

J