All smiles at Edinburgh Marathon BRC Member Sam Trevor recounts her first (and maybe last) marathon experience at Edinburgh Marathon.
So the day eventually arrived. Nerves were bad as I left the apartment but once I met with the others and said a teary goodbye to Craig I felt good. Had a few pictures with Cat, Bec and Craig and we left Craig and Bec at their pen and Cat and I went to ours. Still feeling happy, a few more pictures and we were away. The first few miles were around town, always having Arthur's seat in view and saw an amazing fairy house for Holly. We saw Craig, Kieran, Holly, Dad and Sherrell at mile 4 quick kiss and off we went. Just after mile 4 we joined the seafront; running down Portabello sea front was amazing.
Time was good, had to rein Cat in a few times, but on the whole things were going well. Mile 12 is where it started to go wrong, yes mile 12 was not happy, the sickness made its appearance. I thought if I get a fizzy drink I'll burp it away, so bless Cat she ran into Lidl and came out with coke for free, bless the lady in the shop. I didn't have much just enough to burp lots, Cat started grading them! After this we decided that we would have to opt for the run / walk strategy. We then arrived at my new house (an amazing stately home) where at mile 18 things went from bad to worse. I stopped and threw up in the garden of the big house (surely this means I own that little bit of land!). We walked for a good half a mile just to sort myself out hoping that would make me feel better. We then carried on run / walking until mile 20 where I started to feel very poorly, felt very wobbly and yes threw up again. The temperature was really hot at this point Cat said “We are walking you can't run anymore if we are going to finish this marathon you have to walk.” After some crying I knew it was the right thing to do. I was bitter and disappointed but every time I ran I felt so ill, I had to finish one way or another. Thought that if we just walked I wouldn't be sick again, wrong, mile 23 just before the wonderful Lucy appeared with Lucozade I threw up again. Anything I drank just kept coming back I was feeling so disappointed as this isn't what I wanted, I always knew it was going to be incredibly difficult and had already said if I have to run / walk I will, but walking the last 6 miles wasn't my plan. Bless Lucy, she walked with us for 2 miles, apparently we walk incredible quickly. Heading towards mile 25 I was feeling awful and yet again I threw up. Turn the corner and I saw Kieran, there was crying from me and he walked with us for a bit before we headed into the last corner. Feeling very ill I was not going to walk that last bit so off I ran with my wonderful friend Cat. Crossing the finish was just the best thing ever.
So the day eventually arrived. Nerves were bad as I left the apartment but once I met with the others and said a teary goodbye to Craig I felt good. Had a few pictures with Cat, Bec and Craig and we left Craig and Bec at their pen and Cat and I went to ours. Still feeling happy, a few more pictures and we were away. The first few miles were around town, always having Arthur's seat in view and saw an amazing fairy house for Holly. We saw Craig, Kieran, Holly, Dad and Sherrell at mile 4 quick kiss and off we went. Just after mile 4 we joined the seafront; running down Portabello sea front was amazing.
Time was good, had to rein Cat in a few times, but on the whole things were going well. Mile 12 is where it started to go wrong, yes mile 12 was not happy, the sickness made its appearance. I thought if I get a fizzy drink I'll burp it away, so bless Cat she ran into Lidl and came out with coke for free, bless the lady in the shop. I didn't have much just enough to burp lots, Cat started grading them! After this we decided that we would have to opt for the run / walk strategy. We then arrived at my new house (an amazing stately home) where at mile 18 things went from bad to worse. I stopped and threw up in the garden of the big house (surely this means I own that little bit of land!). We walked for a good half a mile just to sort myself out hoping that would make me feel better. We then carried on run / walking until mile 20 where I started to feel very poorly, felt very wobbly and yes threw up again. The temperature was really hot at this point Cat said “We are walking you can't run anymore if we are going to finish this marathon you have to walk.” After some crying I knew it was the right thing to do. I was bitter and disappointed but every time I ran I felt so ill, I had to finish one way or another. Thought that if we just walked I wouldn't be sick again, wrong, mile 23 just before the wonderful Lucy appeared with Lucozade I threw up again. Anything I drank just kept coming back I was feeling so disappointed as this isn't what I wanted, I always knew it was going to be incredibly difficult and had already said if I have to run / walk I will, but walking the last 6 miles wasn't my plan. Bless Lucy, she walked with us for 2 miles, apparently we walk incredible quickly. Heading towards mile 25 I was feeling awful and yet again I threw up. Turn the corner and I saw Kieran, there was crying from me and he walked with us for a bit before we headed into the last corner. Feeling very ill I was not going to walk that last bit so off I ran with my wonderful friend Cat. Crossing the finish was just the best thing ever.
Sam and Cat Running this marathon has been the hardest thing I've ever done, I couldn't have done it without the support of Craig, Kieran, Holly and my family and friends who have help me by looking after Holly so I could run. Thank you to Bex for making training so much fun. Thank you to Lucy for being the best supporter ever, getting me Lucozade and walking the few miles with us. Thank you to you all. But my biggest thank you goes to Cat. Cat got me through all the training and has been truly amazing. But on marathon day she stuck by me for 26.2 miles even when I was throwing up she was amazing, she made me laugh when it was going all wrong, she went to the shop to find me a drink. But most of all she got me round without ending up in the back of an ambulance, which at one point I thought I may have. Cat is amazing person who I can't thank enough for what she did for me.
So to sum up my marathon experience.
It was hell and I'm never doing it again!!!
So to sum up my marathon experience.
It was hell and I'm never doing it again!!!
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