Stuart George – My race.
Report – Stuart George
It was the best of times it was the…. Well it was actually just the best of times. In an overly cynical world which is, lets face it, full of bad news stories; the London Marathon returned to make us all remember just how wonderful 50,000 people running through the capital can be.
After 15 years of calling London my home, prior to the Lawrence-Georges descending on Stratford plus childhood memories of watching Steve Rider taking us through Marathon mornings on my Nan and grandads amazing 16 inch TV; the London marathon has always been calling.
I finally got a place 6 years ago but a very yellow Jaundiced filled baby meant I had to defer, then a year later the 12kg of stress eating meant I wasn’t really up for it!!!
But with the help of SUA athletics club, I could finally say I was ready in 2024. We headed down on Saturday far later than I would have liked, as my wife’s job includes organising Shakespeare’s Birthday. Was the 460 year old Bard going to cause me to miss out on a PB.
But I had a secret weapon, a friend who lives in Greenwich. I got the dream sleep 8 hours and a half mile walk to the start. This is where the nerves began to take over so who else would you want to see but Seth Turner. The big man calmed me and gave me wise words that really helped me get into the zone.
The start was surreal with no buzzer or horn but just people starting to run and then that was it I was in the big one. I’d harboured a hope that I could get my ultimate dream of a sub 3.
We are about to have our third child so the likelihood of me running another marathon this decade is quite low. I knew at mile 1 that this block had not got me quite there so I sat in, near that pace and used the first few mile downhills to my advantage.
Like lots of people it will be Tower Bridge that stays with me. I generally don’t take in what I’m seeing in a race but it looms so large for so long you can’t help but be sucked into the most incredible atmosphere I’ve seen since Glastonbury!!
It was begging to hurt, calf, then quad and then as Shakira says the hips don’t lie and it was them damn flexors that began to be felt but I kept my pace steady and was rewarded with my family seeing me at mile 15 and 18 as planned.
6 months pregnant and with the worlds craziest 6 and 3 year olds In toe I think my wife’s achievement outshone mine.
On the stroke of mile nineteen my pace dropped by about 25 seconds per mile and to be honest I’im really really chuffed that I kept it there around 7:20 minutes per mile.
One of the highlights of the London Marathon over the past few years has been the introduction on the Run Dem Crew at Mile 21. These guys are crazy, with music and an attitude that one can only describe as too cool for school. Give them a google its pretty amazing. Their values of inclusion and a belief in anyone being a runner are just what the sport needs. The noise they make was just the tonic I needed to get my head down and finish this amazing race.
That’s what happened and I did it. The familiar sites of London Eye , Big Ben and finally The Mall all came into view and with my arms held aloft and head held high I finished with a 9 minute PB of 3:06:41. I was and still am so chuffed and happy with that.
London lived up to the hype and will stay with me forever, Im sure that with 12 months of persuasion I can be allowed to run another one, anyone who help persuade my family will be rewarded. ????
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