The last six months have been the most challenging and rewarding months of my life. The Marathon is not just about the 26.2 on the day, it's the long training, getting up at 7am on a weekend in the snow to go and run for three hours along country lanes. It's leaving your kids for that amount of time and then being shattered during the week, but still having to go out and run again to get your runs in. The build up to the big day is so exciting, but also nerve racking as it's the fear of the unknown and the self-doubt of whether you can actually do it. But it was so worth it! I cried when I got into my start zone, I cried at Cutty Sark, Tower Bridge when I saw all my lovely family who had stood there for ages waiting for me, at 21 miles when I had a wobble and finally coming down The Mall to cross the finish line. They were not tears of pain, but joy (well apart from the final cry down The Mall!). The atmosphere is amazing, the crowds give you the push you need to carry on and the feeling you get when you cross that finish line is one of the proudest moments of your entire life. I did it and I am still walking around with a big smile on my face. Kym Byrne. I have no shame over the pride I have after running the London Marathon. I was so nervous but the fundraising and the atmosphere soon set me on my pace. Running over the London Bridge was overwhelming and I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was to have this opportunity. Then hearing Heather Small's 'Proud' blasting was another tearjerker. The final slog mile 23 to 25 was slower yet by this stage I – – knew I would do it. The medal in sight, the realisation I would let no-one down and that over £2300 was raised for B.D.A. sent me into floods of tears at the finish line. Michael Ball. I was a bit nervous the morning of the run, but was soon filled with excitement as I walked through Greenwich Park with the thousands of runners! The run went really well as thankfully I finished within my target of 3 hours and 30 minutes despite having a bleeding nipple for the last six miles! Running over the finish line was an incredible experience and I am extremely glad that I did it whilst raising money for the British Dyslexia Association!
The last six months have been the most challenging and rewarding months of my life. The Marathon is not just about the 26.2 on the day, it's the long training, getting up at 7am on a weekend in the snow to go and run for three hours along country lanes. It's leaving your kids for that amount of time and then being shattered during the week, but still having to go out and run again to get your runs in. The build up to the big day is so exciting, but also nerve racking as it's the fear of the unknown and the self-doubt of whether you can actually do it. But it was so worth it! I cried when I got into my start zone, I cried at Cutty Sark, Tower Bridge when I saw all my lovely family who had stood there for ages waiting for me, at 21 miles when I had a wobble and finally coming down The Mall to cross the finish line. They were not tears of pain, but joy (well apart from the final cry down The Mall!). The atmosphere is amazing, the crowds give you the push you need to carry on and the feeling you get when you cross that finish line is one of the proudest moments of your entire life. I did it and I am still walking around with a big smile on my face. Kym Byrne. I have no shame over the pride I have after running the London Marathon. I was so nervous but the fundraising and the atmosphere soon set me on my pace. Running over the London Bridge was overwhelming and I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was to have this opportunity. Then hearing Heather Small's 'Proud' blasting was another tearjerker. The final slog – mile 23 to 25 – was slower yet by this stage I knew I would do it. The medal in sight, the realisation I would let no-one down and that over £2300 was raised for B.D.A. sent me into floods of tears at the finish line. Michael Ball. I was a bit nervous the morning of the run, but was soon filled with excitement as I walked through Greenwich Park with the thousands of runners! The run went really well as thankfully I finished within my target of 3 hours and 30 minutes despite having a bleeding nipple for the last six miles! Running over the finish line was an incredible experience and I am extremely glad that I did it whilst raising money for the British Dyslexia Association!
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