The Marathon is now over and it was a great day last Sunday, the support I recieved from the team was absolutely incredible both leading up to the run and on the day.
It started out quite warm when we were setting up at 5am so I knew it was going to turn out a warm one later. Taking off at 6am with my Son Vince, Dom, sarah, charles and others as we settled into a rythm quite quickly and seeing Marlou in full flight passing us on his journey to Marathon glory was a sight to see for sure, but we had to stay composed and execute our own plan that Lisa and I had dicussed days before. Yes , Lisa, my Exercise Physiologist and my friend, starting the day supporting Marlou in his run as he would be finishing much earlier than me and so he did in an outstanding first Marathon time of 3hr 10min.
Then Lisa joined us and others were dropping in and out as they needed and the biggest effort on the day in my opinion was my son Vincent with no training completeing 34 of the 42 km, an outstanding effort, I think he thought i was going to die out there or something so he stayed most of the run With Dom cutting in and out in a personal best I`m sure.
Cruising really, up to the 30km mark Lisa turned to me and said (you got this) which is a phrase that was used in an online Church service at LHCC only the week before so I knew there and then that I was being watched over by a power greater than all of us. All the time continuing to click over the km`s and being conscious of those of The Dean Team out west that were doing thier own runs in moral support for me due to the lockdown and some great results were had there.
30 km came and went as I entered unchartered territory for the first time and I started to hurt a bit and Lisa could obviously see it as her words seem to come more frequently to my ears. 35 km an the pain really started to set in as my brother Scott and his family joined us.
A huge effort from him ultimately seeing me home with his chronic back problems !
A numb right foot so Marlou and Lisa decided to loosen my shoes a bit which did the trick but I progressed slowly up onto the Iron Cove Bridge for the trip home which I had done a thousand times before it seemed and a severe cramp took over my upper hamstring and I had to stop in pain and the first seeds of doubt started to creep in , would I be able to get going again as at that very moment other things were also happening that was making it worse, we won`t go into it but the campaign that had been 18 months in the making was in jepody.
In steps Lisa who hadn`t been more than an arms length away for the last hour or more with a hamstring stretch that almost immediately relieved the pain and got me going again.
The next 5 km`s were very confusing as I headed towards the marquee and passing the start/finish line for the last time as I wobbled a bit from side to side with my to protectors Scott and Vincent on either side trying to keep me straight as I almost ended in the garden bed along the track on several occasions.
We got past the start/finish to witness an ever growing crowd of very loud supporters giving me the final boost I was going to need up the Greenway and back.
20 or so must have followed me for that last 2 km with a speaker blaring out the Rocky theme song which gave me sporadic bursts of energy but all the time Lisa`s words right there even though the music was blaring and the crowd vocal it seemed her voice was on a different frequency just as I needed and my two protectors still by my side.
Well, the last 100m came and I knew I`d made it and my wife joined me for the run in (which was a huge highlight for me as you could all imagine) and I passed under the arch with my Wife, Scott, Vincent and Lisa and propmptly colapsed on the ground.
JOB DONE !
But as you can now imagine, I was only as strong as my team both on the track and off the track, at home, out west or over the nortside, where ever they were due to the lockdown I knew they were willing me home and that`s what go me through !