We went, we ran, we finished. It wasn't easy.
No one made it clear that the primary reason for doing the London Marathon was to raise funds for one's
favorite charity. Any cause from catastrophic diseases to save the animals of the forest! To save the Rhino.
And then some. So if you think of the Revlon Run/Walk or Race for the Cure pace, and multiply by
32,000 people, you get a good idea of how our day went. Running in a straight line was definitely out of the
question. Bobbing & weaving was the strategy of the day.
First of all, there was a major costume theme party going on. People showed up in full furry animal garb...
gorillas, rabbits, rhino's...to pin wheels, birthday cakes, variations on a jock strap theme, a man in a green
thong painted to look like the rain forest, and there was even a man with an ironing board & iron strapped to his
back. (My kind of guy!) You get the picture? Cindy would have
To add to the confusion, after several sunny bright days, we awoke to cold wet humid weather. For joy! It never
got much better. We could have used windshield wipers and galoshes. The course was somewhat un-inspired...
we saw a lot of
and did not hit any tourist spots until we reached the embankment (mile 25) and turned the corner for home at
Big Ben. They taped the cobble stones with bad indoor/outdoor carpeting which made the stones seem preferable.
Oh our aching feet.
They say there were half million spectators. The crowds were lively...and in many cases quite blitzed for such an
early hour. The only entertainment I clearly remember were some very sad-looking skinny belly dancers and
some old dames in cockney outfits that all looked like
gentleman runner tried to cut me off and whacked me in the head. He kept right on going. Who said chivalry is
dead? I did! So much for momentum and a PR!
By the time we rounded the corner near
Queen...just... 'where the hell was the damn finish line.'
Karenís official finish time was 4:32:48 and I made it in 4:34:37. Not too shabby, all things considered.
We did hook up with Pat Scheutz (our international MERM wannabe) and had a great stay in
finished running we took up drinking... to drown our pain
and cap off the month-long carbo-loading fest.
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So on to the next race...God help us all!