Until Sunday, the answer was always a sigh and a ‘no’.
On Sunday I ran London Marathon, my tenth marathon and the hardest race I’ve ever done. I’ve run faster, I’ve run further, I’ve run hillier, I’ve run colder, I’ve run hotter and I’ve certainly run funner.
Sometimes when I’m introduced to people they introduce me as a marathon runner, the conversation almost always turns to London Marathon. More often “The London” or “The Marathon”. “Oh Paris, is that the same distance?”
I’m stuck here. I don’t know whether to write about how bloody hard London Marathon was. How amazing my supporters are or how far I’ve come from marathon number one to marathon number 10?
All I know is that today the answer to ‘oh, but have you run The London Marathon’ is YES. I’m not sure I’m any better or any different for it………….
This post sat unfinished here as I got stuck writing but on the way to work today I got inspired and recorded this..
I wouldn’t have made it through Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to say “yes I’ve run London” without the incredible people who surround me. I want to acknowledge each of you that came out to support me and the 40,000 other people who ran. From the tear jerking Mile 21 full of Run Dem-mers screaming my name, to my Windsor friends who had to cycle up because the trains were off, to those of you who tracked me in the app and sent messages of support. To those of you that told me I could do it, to those of you that picked me up at the end and listened while I sobbed happy, relieved tears and to those of you that will be there for me (metaphorically) whether I run a major marathon again or I only ever run to the end of the garden path. I will never have the right words to thank you enough.