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they do the chariots of fire evey year
i always look forward to it
1. the guys on crutches
2. the blind runners and their caring guides
3. the dedications and stories in memory of people on the back of people's shirts
4. the mad bulky costumes
5. the St John Ambulance crews
6. the guys on the street who came out to cheer and hand out sweets, fruit and high fives!
7. YMCA and We Will Rock You
8. the convicts who were all queueing for the loo - how did they do that?!
9. the company of Mark from St Helens which got me through the first 14 miles
10. the cheers of the Save the Children supporters who got me through the last 2
11. the support of my friend Lindsay, without whom I'd never have got to the Marathon
12. the support of my boyfriend, without whom I'd never have home again!
And the Embankment mob
And the woman who pushed three M&Ms into my hand just when I really really needed them
And the guy at mile 23 when I stopped who said "come on, its downhill here, we can do this", because I didn't stop again after that and I think he could claim credit for that
And the 70's disco in Charlton
And...
and...
...so many...
maybe i was too busy running
Without them I'd never have got my medal.
They could have pulled the plug, let him slip away, but they never, he;'s here today doing something amazing... puts a tear in my eye thinking about it.
I wonderd if he was a kidney patient
I stopped and gave them a massive hug, i could not stop crying for 20 minutes. People kept shouting "keep going" thinking i was in real pain, must have looked a real state
- Seeing those little arms outstretched from the crowds about two and a half feet in the air with a jelly baby or an opal fruit on offer.
- hearing "Go on, Phil Pub!!" being shouted out by an obviously very small person who isn't old enough to appreciate the wonders of said hostelry.
Awwww!
The world is such a selfish place these days, profit is king and people rarely do things if there is no self gain in it.
To take part in an event where the majority of people are doing it for someone else, is a truly humbling experience.
The supporters, the crowds give up their time to come and support and cheer the runners on - to keep them motivated around the course. They dont need to, they arent being forced to, but they do...
The runners, dont have to run/walk/stagger 26.2 miles for charity, no one is forcing them to endure a week of sore muscles and agonising blisters... but they do...
And ultimately, someones life is made better as a result of it. We all, in some small way make life a little better, a little easier for someone out there.
I found that just truely moving.
That and the thought of Hoose looking out for me squatting in the gutter!
Oh and the old man more than twice my age, who overtook me at mile 22!
I can well see how the marathon appeals to the Sikh tradition!
Let's have a full dhol collective out next year guys - now that would be really inspiring!!!
My skin fizzed for a while after it hit me, but I went on to complete the race......
The vicar(?) blessing us all, the band at the first underpass, the noise from the pubs, especially when I pretended I couldn't hear them, Londoners going into their homes to get water for us, all these things and more kept me going. And ensure I will be back for another go next year.
This is her website: www.justgiving.com/lynnashton
It might be last year's though.