I’m currently sat on the plane to Amsterdam and realised I hadn’t written a post in ages so decided to do my race recap of the Great North Run.
My training before the race had been sporadic but the final 5 weeks before, I did stick to regular running and followed a plan I had made.
I went up to Newcastle on the Friday with my mum, brother and sister-in-law and spent the weekend in a flat we had rented. My friend Claire was living in Newcastle at the time so came and met us.
On the Saturday we went to see the city games and went to the pasta party. Unfortunately it was horrible weather and we got soaked but was still good fun! That night we went to an Italian restaurant and carb loaded and tried to have an early night.
The flat we had rented was in Whitley Bay so the morning of the race, after arranging to meet the family at the end, Claire drove us to her house where we planned to leave her car and get on the metro into the city centre.
We got to the metro station with plenty of time and chatted to a few fellow runners. The metro was an absolute nightmare!! The first 2 trains missed and then the third one was that full, no one could get on it. By this point we were starting to get really stressed as the race was due to start in 30mins! We managed to squeeze onto the next train and made it into the centre but by the time we had queued for the toilets, the race had started!! We managed to find a gap in the fence and get in with our colour bibs and began the walk down to the start line.
It was incredible!! The amount of people all wearing different charity t-shirt was such an emotional sight!
I ran the first 2 miles with Claire and then I told her to go ahead and we would meet up at the end.
The entire race route was lined with people cheering and handing out jelly babies. I’ve never seen anything like it. The atmosphere was incredible!!
I spoke to loads of people along the way, especially other Parkinson runners. At around mile 12 I saw a guy wearing a parkinsons shirt walking so I started chatting to him and he told me he had packed the wrong trainers and had blisters. I stayed with him for a while before he told me he was going to have to walk again and that I should keep going.
The last mile was along the seafront and I have never seen so many people cheering and shouting, it really kept me going through to the finish line.
The finishers area was so busy, people and charity tents everywhere! Somehow I bumped into Claire when I was having my finishers photo so we got one together and then headed down to the Parkinsons UK tent to meet my family.
The guy with the blisters came up to me and thanked me for keeping him going which was really nice.
My time wasn’t the best but to be fair my training hadn’t been the best so I didn’t expect much.
The whole experience was amazing and one of the best things I have ever done! Cannot wait to do it again next year!!