The sun finally came out, the wind dropped and on Sunday London came to life in a pageant of running. In defiance of the Boston bombings, huge crowds lined the entire route, cheering on the 36,000 runners.
I was there among them, and for the first half of the race, the crowds carried me along on a euphoric tide of good will. At times it was exalting.
I reached the half way point just ahead of my target time, and was feeling good, but then the wheels came off. My legs just stopped working. I don’t know what happened. As I struggled on, being overtaken by endless streams of people, I wished a hole would open up in the road and swallow me.
But every time I stopped (and it happened a few times), someone urged me to get running again. I had to finish. It was not a day to give up, and although I didn’t run the time I was hoping for, it was an experience I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
Were you out there, too, among the runners in London? How was it for you?
Or were you among the cheering crowd? Did you get inspired later to dust off an old pair of trainers and head out for a run? Or perhaps you were doing your own run somewhere else entirely? As always, let us know in the comments below.
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