Saturday I took the train to
Sunday morning dawned with gray skies and an uncertain weather report. We made our way to the baggage drop-off site before heading to the start. My sister, videographer that she is, filmed me most of the way with her huge professional video camera. People kept doing double-takes, no doubt wondering if I was famous. Their disappointment after realizing I was not was palpable.
There was no chip timing at this race nor were there corrals at the start. Timing was left up to me and my little sports watch. Without anyone like Imhotep to pace myself off of I knew that this was not going to be a PR for me, so instead I chose to just enjoy myself. I ended up roughly in the middle of the start-up line, though I could see the two gigantic Union Jack flags hanging above the starting line quite clearly from my position. Z stayed with me until about 15 minutes before the official start time then she made her way to the other side of the road to await the next photo op.
The starting line double-backed on itself, so we got to cheer on the elite runners as they passed on by. It took me almost twenty minutes to cross the start line myself. I waved at Z as I ran by, making my way from the corner of Hyde Park and Piccadilly onto
Z very kindly lent me her Elph camera to take photos with while on the course. My own camera is too bulky to carry while running, but hers fit very conveniently into my bra when I no longer wanted to carry it in my hand. This probably means I should buy a new bra, but oh well.
I managed to miss getting photos of some of the more interesting costumes people were sporting, like the two brave souls in rhino suits. But I was blessed with the most perfect timing to take this photo.
Ladies, you’re welcome.
I actually tried to keep pace with Mr. Bubble Butt but that only lasted about a half a mile. He was very motivating though.
A good chunk of the course was on Embankment, so I got plenty of blurry shots of the London Eye and the river
I headed back over to the baggage claim area, retrieved my backpack and got my finisher’s bag. British cheapness struck again as all I took home was a small container of lip balm, pen, granola bar and my medal. I really need to find a race with some decent loot. This is getting ridiculous.
I met Z at Trafalgar Square and headed back to the hotel so I could take a quick shower before check out. We took the train from Paddington back to town and spent a relaxing evening at home chatting and watching movies.
Z has an early flight to catch today, so I am going to walk her to the bus station this morning before I head out to the excavation. We’re both bummed that her visit was so short, but we should be seeing each other again in August at some point, so it’s not too bad.
On a side note, I’m pretty happy that this post has ended up being my 100th on this blog. I’ve come a long way from writing about random drivel to focusing on my obsession with running and increasing my general fitness. With some pretty pictures thrown in for good measure, of course.
Thanks to all of you for stumbling across my blog and, for whatever reason, deciding to stick with me. I’ve enjoyed your company immensely.
Ci vediamo dopo.