London Marathon (2009)

Ready to go!

The night before the race I hardly slept a wink and was fearful over oversleeping
On the Tube

Heading down to London Bridge

The London Marathon starts in Greenwich - about 6 miles South-East of the City - and so trains are provided. I'd agreed to meet up with Angelo and head down with him. This picture was taken on the Tube as the first few of us Marathoners started to head down.
Walking up to the Start line

Once at Greenwich there was a 15 minute walk up to our respective start lines. This wasn't helped as neither Angelo or I knew where the Red Start was!
Can't wait to get started

A picture of me at the waiting area, slightly nervous but really excited.
Angelo ready to get going

Angelo and I had been training for the Marathon for so many windy and cold months that the good weather threw us off at first. Still, the sun is always better than the rain!
Canary Wharf

Mile 17

Some strained looking faces on the Isle of Dogs
A welcome sight

I knew that Anne and Emma would be somewhere on the Isle of Dogs with refreshments. My knee had gone at this point and so anything more than 200m of running was agony. Seeing them around Mile 17 was unbelievably uplifting.
Emma staying well hydrated

One of the most important thing that those on the Marathon can do is to stay well hydrated and topped up with fluids!
Keep going!

One runner's looking good at Mile 17
Crowd Pleaser

One runner does what he can to stay cool, entertain the crowd and certainly enters in the spirit of the day.
Get this guy a Beer

There were over nine miles to go and this chap certainly looks like he's feeling the heat. We'd seen this chap training in Hyde Park - in the Bottle - a few weeks before. A bizarre sight!
Streaming through Canary Wharf

Canary Wharf is a hard part of the course; the crowd thins and your legs are really feeling the strain
After the Race

After finishing and collecting your medal everyone heads down to Horse Guards to meet friends and family. Diabetes UK had arranged for a meal and a most welcome massage.
Ouch!

Blister 1 of 4

To add to my ITB going and hobbling my way for 10 miles, I also had the joy of these friends along for the ride. Hurt like hell but there was no way I wasn't going to finish.

The night before the race I hardly slept a wink and was fearful over oversleeping

Heading down to London Bridge

The London Marathon starts in Greenwich - about 6 miles South-East of the City - and so trains are provided. I'd agreed to meet up with Angelo and head down with him. This picture was taken on the Tube as the first few of us Marathoners started to head down.

Once at Greenwich there was a 15 minute walk up to our respective start lines. This wasn't helped as neither Angelo or I knew where the Red Start was!

A picture of me at the waiting area, slightly nervous but really excited.

Angelo and I had been training for the Marathon for so many windy and cold months that the good weather threw us off at first. Still, the sun is always better than the rain!

Mile 17

Some strained looking faces on the Isle of Dogs

I knew that Anne and Emma would be somewhere on the Isle of Dogs with refreshments. My knee had gone at this point and so anything more than 200m of running was agony. Seeing them around Mile 17 was unbelievably uplifting.

One of the most important thing that those on the Marathon can do is to stay well hydrated and topped up with fluids!

One runner's looking good at Mile 17

One runner does what he can to stay cool, entertain the crowd and certainly enters in the spirit of the day.

There were over nine miles to go and this chap certainly looks like he's feeling the heat. We'd seen this chap training in Hyde Park - in the Bottle - a few weeks before. A bizarre sight!

Canary Wharf is a hard part of the course; the crowd thins and your legs are really feeling the strain

After finishing and collecting your medal everyone heads down to Horse Guards to meet friends and family. Diabetes UK had arranged for a meal and a most welcome massage.

Blister 1 of 4

To add to my ITB going and hobbling my way for 10 miles, I also had the joy of these friends along for the ride. Hurt like hell but there was no way I wasn't going to finish.