Ok so this will officially be my last post for this blog. I picked my sister and Alison up and we made our way to Inverleith park which is just outside the city centre. We had to be at the venue between half 8 and 9.15pm. See the tent below
The walk the walk people had given us rain macs to wear, thank goodness. I think we look rather fetching in them!
So we started off our walk in nervous but high spirits. It was quite a sight seeing thousands of people walking round the streets of Edinburgh. I started off feeling good after the warm up and got in to second wind comfortably, and then we turned a corner and were faced by one of the many long and steep hills in Edinburgh. I had to stop a couple of times and I was getting a bit frustrated. Having made it to the top we then went down a slight hill and back up the mound where we could see Edinburgh Castle had been turned pink for the occasion. I couldn't take many photos as the rain kept appearing. We got to the top of the mound and wound our way back down the Royal Mile and on to what I knew was going to be my biggest challenge dum dum dum Arthur Seat (look it up if you dont know!!) The walk up Arthur Seat is a long steep one, I got my head down and concentrated on a steady pace. I managed about 3/4 of the way up before pausing for a rest and then carrying on. I was soooo relieved at this point as I had been worrying a lot about this hill. we then snaked our way back on to the Royal Mile and walked all the way to the top. At this point a drunken man decided to stand on a bollard and strip down to his boxer shorts, shouting encouragement whist swinging his t-shirt round his head! It certainly made us all smile.
As we snaked our way through the streets of Edinburgh and out to Crammond and Silverknowes we were making good time and we all felt great. The half way mark was Silverknowes and they had some music playing and lots of encouragement. There were a lot of people clapping and cheering us on and it was really nice to see people supporting the walk. Around mile 13 Kim and Alison decided they needed the toilet, the toilet queues were massive and so decided that a well hidden tree would act as good cover. I then decided I should probably go too, thie was the BIGGEST mistake of my life. Having already walked 13 miles my legs were pretty tired, I then squatted behind the tree and it was at this point that both my thighs went into McArdles mode! I limped out from behind the tree in agony, saying I was not sure I could go on as both my thighs had gone into contracture. I was absolutely gutted and on the verge of tears as I thought it was over for me. I could barely lift my legs. I know I will get into trouble for not stopping (Andrew!!) but I couldn't give up. I was already in pain and decided that if I could gently walk on and try to loosen up I might have a chance of completing the walk. I kept going and although every step was agony I slowly went on. After about a mile my legs loosened slightly and I decided to carry on the walk. I know I probably should have stopped but I just felt I couldn't do that. Rightly or wrongly I did carry on.
We were all getting very tired and the snickers came out about mile 16. It was starting to get really light which I think helped us all. Both Alison and Kim were hurting too so we were all trying to encourage each other along. At mile 19 my friend Calum came to see us and it was nice to see a friendly face. At this point we were approaching Portobello and we knew we didn't have far to go. We were counting down the markers in batches of 3 miles. Alison was feeling ill at mile 19 and I gave her a glucode gel sachet which instantly helped her. The next couple of miles were very quiet and we all walked a little away from each other, heads down getting on with it. I knew my legs were starting to sieze up not to mention my sore calf. At mile 24 I was not sure I could go on and it was a real struggle to put one foot in front of the other. I was constantly eating wine gums as I felt very sick. The last 2 miles were even more hell especially as a lot of it was downhill. This was much much worse than uphill or the flat and it was a real struggle. Then as I was walking down Broughton Street there was a lady standing on the pavement with a sign that read "Thank you from people like me, 11 years" Well that was it I could barely control my breathing and the emotion was threatening to overwhelm me. I managed to pull it together and we hit the 26 mile mark:
All we had to do was walk the last bit to the finish line:
Exactly 8 hours later and we got our medal.....
I got home about 10am and took some painkillers before having a little sleep. I want to tell the truth in this blog so I will tell you that my thighs were very very swollen and I was struggling to walk and had to take lots of painkillers. I had Monday off work and my legs were a little better and now today (tuesday) i feel good. My legs are still a bit tired but not overly sore and not swollen anymore. I can honestly say I have never been prouder of myself and I am so glad I did it. Im not sure I would put myself through that again but I am also finding it hard to know how I would have felt if I had not been so stupid and hurt my thighs. I think that all the training paid off and that yes I would have been a bit stiff but that actually my McArdles would not have been an issue. Both Alison and Kim are feeling sore and tired and I honestly believe I would have been feeling exactly the same as them. Lesson learned though I should have waited in the queue for the toilet! Over all though its been a brilliant experience. I hope you have enjoyed reading the blog. Maybe I will have a new challenge to write about sometime in the future!
Over and Out
Jen xx
