...the BUPA 2002 Great North Run
I ran it with my sister-in-law's husband, Ian. It was the first time I'd ever ran that far, and my training over the last four months has been pretty non-existant.
That said, I still managed a fairly respectable time of 2 hours and 12 minutes.
I was hoping for sub-2 hours, but we made the classic schoolboy error of starting at our predicted finish time marker, instead of at the front like all the other muppets!
We then spent the whole race overtaking people who were bluffing their case by starting well in advance of their actual finish time
I reckon that cost me the 12 mins over the course of the event to be honest, but we get guarenteed entry into next years event, and rest assured I shall not be making the same mistakes again
The course itself was good. A couple of big hills, but nothing as steep as I normally train on.
We had a really good warm up at the start (the whole race participated), and then as we were going around, the crowds were just amazing!
At a roundabout every 3 miles or so was a band playing live music which was very good.
I saw one woman fall over and cut her knee wide open, but lots of doctors were running, so she was well attended too.
There were quite a few sights in lycra as well - some heavenly and some not so Reading the back of other peoples T-shirts was a good laugh as well.
I didn't really think about how far was left or whatever, because the other runners help you along mentally a lot.
The only point I struggled a bit was from mile 10 to the finish. I didn't slow down, but was very hungry, and felt a bit weak.
Ian and I crossed the line together after a bit of a sprint (well, comparitively) for the last mile.
We were filtered through a number of lanes at the end, where Sally Gunnell was interviewing for the BBC. I said hello to her twice from a distance of 1.5 metres and she completely ignored me (she was not working at the time) - b*tch! She needs to pull her head out of her arse
I got a goody bag with my T-Shirt and medal in it, and some chocolate which I ate quickly - munch munch!
The RAF Red Arrows did a display that was good.
Leaving the place took ages, but then we went to the Metro Centre. I bought us tea at Pizza Hut, and you'd best believe I stuffed my face!
The traffic coming home was an absolute nightmare. Usually driving from Newcastle to Wiltshire takes 5 hours. We left at 1700 hrs (5pm) and expected to be home at 2200hrs.
Unfortunately due to sheer weight of traffic, and some absolute muppet deciding to shut the M1 at J22, we did not get home until 0135hrs this morning, some 3 and a half hours late
Journey home aside, I had a superb day, I am extremely proud of myself, and urge any of you thinking of having a go to apply for next year.
Great, great fun, superb atmosphere and a wonderful feeling of achievement at the end