It’s been nearly 2 months since i completed my 24 hour run around the cycle track in Preston Park for Macmillan and I still can’t figure out what to write about it.
Essentially, I ran in a loop almost non stop for a whole day and night. A lot of it was uncomfortable, some of it painful and all of it memorable. But there isn’t much more I can say about it.
What I would like to talk about is the support I got. From my dear darling wife Jen, who never left my side for the entire 24 hours, keeping me going with a kind word or a stern one. My son who was there almost as long and didn’t whing about it once. My mother who, as always, provided babysitting and taxi services (amoung other things). Sarah from Macmillan, who was there to see me start and has been a huge help. My friends, who arrived in shifts to keep Jen company or fetch me oranges, or milkshakes, or coffee and donuts. The running community who turned up in droves to join me for a few laps (or 16 miles in one case). The random drunkards who stopped by on their way into town, on their way home from town and hung over the next day just to see me finish. The cricket team who all joined me for an alcohol-fueled lap late in the evening. The 5 police officers who stayed behind the fence to avoid Oscar the dog. The local press for helping get my story out there. Everyone that sponsored me a song to listen to (good or bad) and all those people that were there at the end to see me finish with a total of just over 80 miles during the 24 hours.
It was a huge experience, one that I don’t want to repeat any time soon, but I it was made much more enjoyable by the people around me and this is just a great big thank you.