I wrote the previous blog post the night before the marathon.....little did I know what "Race Day" would have in store for me.....As I was leaving my room to go to the lift, I was stopped by Elena (Spanish 2012 Olympian) who told me that the lift was broken and so we all needed to go downstairs via the fire escape. Instead of taking us out at reception, this brought us out right into the street. We were all going to be taken to the start by bus at 7:30am, and so when a bus pulled up, we all climbed aboard. I saw Barbara (the Spanish speaking, French/Irish athlete who had run the race the previous year) and Pamela (the top Kenyan lady) and a couple of other Eastern European Elite runners also on the bus so decided it must be going to the right place.When the bus dropped us off, I followed Barbara as she led us to the stadium - this was where the Elite warmup area had been the previous year, but apart from the general public baggage dropoff, the stadium was deserted. We wandered most of the way round it, and even asked several people in high-vis jackets for help, but nobody knew where we should go. In desperation, we walked at a brisk pace towards where we thought the start of the race was (with me trying to swallow a jam sandwich as we walked). Having hopped a few barriers, we finally found the "elite tent" about 8:40am....giving only just about enough time to queue for the portaloos, do an abbreviated warmup and get changed. I handed over my passport to the Elite Coordinator and was assured that my bag would then be waiting for me at the finish.
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We had been told in the technical meeting that our bottles would always be on a table on the right hand side of the road in numerical order. I knew I had a drink labelled for me at the 25k point and so I headed to the right hand side of the road, as the temperature was increasing and I was getting thirsty.