So it’s been a long time since I last shared a blog post and I feel like I owe you guys a full explanation as to why. Ever since the events of my London marathon, which I am about to explain, I have been whacked by a serious case of writers block…

Before I took on my first ever marathon I felt a full range of emotions. I was positive, because I had followed all the steps I had been shown by my trainer. Fit, because I had lost weight, gained speed and everything had gone to plan and finally I had bags of determination. I never back down from a challenge, no matter how hard or impossible it may seem. I mean 26.2 miles is a hell of a way when you actually think about it.

Unfortunately for me my day wasn’t to go as smoothly as my training. When I started running I felt content with my performance as I watched the miles tick away like water through a sieve. I was smiling and at half way (just past London Bridge) I had clocked 2 hours 20 minutes, which was great for me on my debut marathon and I felt strong.

Then something terrible happened. At 13.2 miles I tripped over a discarded water bottle whacking my knee at the same time. I got straight back up and kept myself moving but my knee was in a lot of pain and it killed me every time I took a step. Not only that, but I knew then that my marathon and deserved time was over and I was barely past half way! I was devastated, mentally shellshocked and wanted to give up. But I couldn’t. I had invested too much time and effort in training and charity fundraising just to wave the white flag.

After lots of walking and light jogging, I eventually hobbled over the finish line in 6 hours 2 minutes…

Not the 4 hours or so I had in mind.

I crossed the line and felt so upset the fact this could be the only London Marathon I ever get to run in my life. The feeling of disappointment and knowing I had so much more to give was so overwhelming.

Once I collected my goodie bag I walked towards Piccadilly Circus to meet all my family. I felt so undeserving of my medal and top that when I met up with Kristy, I remember her asking me why I hadn’t immediately put them on. Basically, it was because I didn’t want to.

I’ve taken a while to digest it all, but I now feel a lot better about the whole situation. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have finally written this post and finally put my London Marathon experience to bed!

Not only that but I wanted to highlight in this post the fact that even the most prepared of people can’t prepare for what life throws at them. But it’s how you deal with it. It’s all about how sometimes in life you have to fall down, pick yourself up and dust yourself off.

Since the marathon I’ve been re-united with my true love- the gym! It’s been great! I’ve also started trying a few different functional fitness classes and I even ran a 10k event (which I actually achieved a PB in!). The marathon has taught me a lot not only about running but also about myself. It’s given me determination, patience, stamina and a big appreciation for something I never thought I’d be able to achieve.

Will I run it again?

Hopefully. I believe the best way to get over your demons is by looking them straight in the face and thats exactly why I have applied for next years..