My head was totally gone, I got screamed at by Jennie and Will at some point here, all I remember is hearing 'Run Simon, just Run' screamed at me and so I did, no way I was going to argue with her when she shouts like that.
Wanted to stop and walk, every bit of me was telling me to stop but I knew I needed to keep going. Then an urge to be sick and I'm talking a real vomit urge here but it was packed with people on both sides of the road and wherever I did it meant splashing people's legs with the contents of my stomach, didn't think that was in the marathon spirit so drank 2 cups of Lucozade instead.
Correction, I drank one cup of Lucozade and managed to miss my mouth with the other and poured it down my chin and cheek.
Now I was walking.
For the last 2 miles my quads had seized up badly, I was running weirdly to take pressure from my quads and now my hamstring was twanging and I thought it was about to go.
Walked for a minute and then some bloke grabbed me and told me to run, so I did. It appears I just do what people tell me when I'm tired, don't even process it and just go with it, that's probably not a good thing. Then in the distance I see Big Ben.
I made a point of not looking at the course, didn't want to know anything about it. The only bit of info I knew was Big Ben was a mile from the finish, follow the blue line and just run, 1 mile to go, that's 4 laps of the track, piece of piss.
Hang on a minute, surely I should have seen Buckingham Palace by now, it's pretty big isn't it, why haven't I passed it yet...
At this point I change the screen of ,my Garmin to see how long I've been running for. I assumed it would be around 3:40-3:45 as I feel like the last few miles have been dreadful and I've been walking bits of it.
I'm amazed to see its just over 3:30 and there's Buckingham Palace and it's less than 400m to go.
Lift the pace and push to the finish line, everyone around me are raising their arms as they cross the line.
My first though it, how can you stop your Garmin if your arms are in the air?
But they're all doing it, I should do something but, but what about my Garmin. I do some half arsed raised fist and then quickly stop my Garmin as I cross the line.
A hand on my shoulder and turn to see Simon from Jesmond Joggers, we have a big sweaty hug and then I see my old mate Kelvin, he's the elderly official who a few years ago helped a bloke dressed as Big Ben get under the finish gantry. He is very old and tells me my tracker hasn't worked for the entire run. I'm initially pleased about this as it means nobody saw my terrible final few miles.
Anyway, my Garmin recorded over 27 miles but I was done.