On the day I'm feeling reasonable and when we set off we are all running too fast, it happens, it's the adrenaline and the event. 4 miles in and I'm Ok but know I'm not over my cold, I'm sweating far too much and my legs are like lead weights. Six miles in and the sponge stop is welcome to cool me down. By the nine mile marker I'm beat, not out of breath but legs so tired that I have to walk a short while, which is something that I have NEVER done! At Manton Lodge Nigel and Rachel Jackson are there to cheer me on and raise my spirits (thanks guys) The next three miles are hell with loads of people passing me. 12 miles and its all down hill, and I make some ground but I have lost so much time. As we run down the the finish there is so much support, lots of people that I know, all cheering and the all important sprint finish is there. Sue and Graham are both there to greet me, and I have to say that I'm beat. The last hour was one of the hardest hours of my life but it is over. The time was disappointing with 2.06 being recorded but on the day but I could not have done any better.Up to now I think that I have raised around £900 for Macmillan Cancer support so it has got to have been worth it! Most importantly the event and the training towards it means that it is a major landmark in my physical and mental recovery, many would say that I'm still not of sound mind.
We met some people dining in the Parish Oven a few nights ago and they said that Sue and I reminded them of someone they knew to which Sue replied "No that's not possible, there is no one else on the planet like Dale" I will take that as a compliment but I knew what she really meant - "He's a Nutter"
So is this the end of my running - I don't think so, not yet anyway.