It’s all over. Well, all over except the leg pain. And it was… amazing. Such an experience. And I’ll forever be able to say I ran the London Marathon.
It was tough. It was inspiring. It hurt. So many things stood out: the huge crowds, the mass of runners, the camaraderie, the feeling of (just) hanging on in the final stages to beat my target time.
Most importantly, I’ve got the post-race glow of doing a marathon. In 3h 28m 17s too!
But right now, I need rest and sleep. More when I’ve recovered a bit…