The Big One: Miles 25 – 26.2
The final few miles were probably the hardest running I’d done in the entire marathon. I don’t know where I got the energy to keep running after so long on my feet, but the fact that the pacemaker car was stalking me as we passed the power station near Prestonpans was probably what forced to pick up the pace and just keep running.
As I passed through the energy station on Ravensheugh Road for the second time – this time, thankfully, going down hill – I was encouraged again by the prospect of only two more miles to go. Running past mile 25 was a psychological milestone, because it meant I had only one mile left to go, then 385 yards to the finish line. I knew the finish line was close, even if my legs were complaining that it was still too far away! Read the rest of this entry »