Theres moments where your heart is in your throat-
I walked from the Metro station across to the start area with my two friends who were running also- we were upbeat, excited etc. There are obviously thousands of people all walking the same route- as we turned a corner we ended up walking behind a couple who both had Tshirts on with a picture of the most beautiful young girl on (about 7 years old).
the text on the t-shirt told us that the girl was their daughter who had passed away from cancer. I have to say that was the most poignant part of the day for me- I ran the GNR because it was a personal goal for me- they ran in the memory of their daughter- everyone has a reason for running and putting themselves through what is not an 'easy' race.
I then look round me and see that so many people have similar 'stories' emblazoned across them and then I 'get' why this is such an amazing event.
You stand in the holding pens waiting to start and 'abide with me' is played - you look around and people are crying - so much emotion oozing through those holding pens.
all the way along the route you see people who are struggling being urged on by other runners and strangers - the locals are amazing.
At mile 10 I really felt like I could not go any further, my knee was killing me- I battled on for another mile and came across a St Johns Ambulance worker and asked if they had anything for my knee- she said no and suggested that i call it a day and quit. I started crying and just sat on the kerb for about a minute getting my breath and trying to get myself back 'together' - I was adamant that i was not going to give up.
I was in front of someones house and was trying to lift myself up to start running again but just literally couldn't get up, I felt these two arms on either side of me hoist me up. It was a middle aged lady and what I am assuming was her teenage son. They were merely spectating outside their house and came to my aid- they 'jogged/walked' alongside me for a few metres and pushed me back on my way.
Then ELVIS (who was in the back of a white transit van!) started shouting 'come on Emma" (name was on my top) and just gave me this burst of desire to get to the finish line (I could have really given up at this point)
Just after elvis you turn out onto the coastal road- you can see the finish (but it feels as if its taking forever to get to it)- all along this road people are screaming your name and urging you on. The most amazing feeling ever- when I crossed the line I was euphoric.
Im gutted that i can't do it this year ( I'm 38 weeks PG) but plan to do it next year. For me it was one of my biggest achievements in life. Don't under-estimate how this will make you feel.
please let us know how it goes! I will be watching the race (with newborn in arms) and no doubt lots of happy tears.