London Marathon – may I have a mothers gloat?Posted: April 15, 2014
Wow. What a weekend!
The run up started with a request from the daughter who was trained to perfection, all ready to go, just needed to iron her name to her running vest without melting a hole into it. Ooops. Melted.
Yes, the request was for me to bring the sewing machine to reduce the size of the replacement vest that her charity had been able to provide at short notice. It would have been fine if she had been a large bloke, but she is a tiny female. I mentally had Claudia Winkleman in her Great British Sewing Bee voice telling me that ‘I had one and a half hours to reduce the size of that vest to fit my runner or be left behind while she and dad went out for her birthday supper’. No chance of that! I did forget to take the before picture but the after one isn’t too bad, and I ironed the name onto the vest without melting it. Phew!
The Management and I were settled on the course on Sunday morning in loads of time to see all the London Marathon action. Wheelchairs, the womens elite, and the mens – including the much awaited Mo Farah who I almost got a photograph of. You would imagine since he was going too fast for me to catch him he would have broken the record he was aiming for. Sadly not, but what a trooper for saying he will be trying again.
I spent the next spell peering into the scrum of runners looking for our own Melissa Fehr. I now know that she finished in a blistering 3.30.37 so it was no surprise I missed her! Well done Melissa – that is an amazing pace.
We managed to see lots of amazing runners – I have amazing respect for them all but the ones in costume must have been really suffering in that heat. It was wonderful supporting weather but it must have hurt like hell to run in.
We managed to miss our runner from our position at 24 miles but it was great to be able to see just how determined everyone was at that point to make it to the end despite there being a lot of ‘walking wounded’. It just showed how amazing people are. I was humbled by their efforts.
My amazing daughter managed to finish her first marathon in 4.42.29. Yes, I know others have done their first marathon faster – but they aren’t my girl. And she is only 5’1″. There have been jokes about her getting a distance allowance for being so small. Small in stature perhaps, but massive in determination. I couldn’t be more proud.
The Management and I eventually tracked down our runner at the collection point in Horseguards Parade (how good was it to be there!) and took her away to have the beer that she said she had been craving for miles. Seemed only fair! It was even better because the rest of her supporters were in the pub already and raised a cheer that got most of the pub involved when she walked in. She must have felt like a Superstar (and so she should!)
London looked wonderful in the conditions, and almost everyone you saw was smiling. I didn’t spot any ill manners or ‘bad behaviour’ on what was an amazing occasion. I was incredibly impressed that Transport for London gave free travel to everyone wearing a runners number/finishers medal for the day. They almost certainly don’t need to – the runners would have to use the system anyway – but it is a wonderful gesture and the staff were being lovely to the runners I saw on the return from Piccadilly Circus. Well done all the TFL staff – you are great!
I had a great time supporting and would love to do it all again next year. She says maybe.