Took a trip to London’s Excel exhibition centre yesterday. Not a normal place I visit on a Thursday, and a bit of trek involving a train, a tube and a short run on the Docklands Light Railway. But it was worth the detour to pick up a bit of paper.
Yup, that’s my London Marathon race number. And things feel very real now.
The expo was also a reminder that the London Marathon is on a scale far beyond any run I’ve done previously. That should be pretty obvious – as glamorous as the Wokingham Half-Marathon is, it doesn’t finish on The Mall in front of Buckingham Palace – but it’s something I’m still coming to terms with.
The number and race chip collection area at the expo was massive, and just a precursor to a big running exhibition that was part trade show (a good chance to stock up on energy gels), part running festival (I could have entered a lot of overseas marathons), and part charity fundraising celebration.
It was pretty big – because there are a lot of people doing the London Marathon. Again, this isn’t exactly news, but it does explain why I’ve spent as much time in the last week plotting logistics as I have plotting my race strategy. Which, I should point out, I still haven’t decided upon…
Still, I now have my marathon race number, race chip, kit bag and final instructions…
Yup, shit just got real.
Cue increased levels of pre-marathon paranoia, and frequent outburst of ‘what am I doing…?’