This is a special one,
This is the story of Rossy the Rocket, or Paul Ross.
Paul is one of the founder members of the Shabbas, and I think none of the other Shabbas would disagree, when I say he is the beating heart of the group.
He lives and breathes the Shabbas and has spent the last year growing a very special family.
His dream for 2014 was to run the London Marathon. Earlier this year, this was in doubt due to an Achilles injury.
His original plan was modified slightly, and instead of attempting to smash London in sub 3 hours 30, he did a very Shabba thing, and offered to pace Jonnie Shaw in his London Marathon. (Jonnie's story will follow soon!).
London London London hot hot hot..
I'd not had the best of luck I leading up to this race and you know what? I think I know why now.
I hadn't slept well on the last 4 nights leading up to this because of nerves and worry about old injuries coming back mid-race.
On the big day, breakfast was 5:30am to be on the coach at 7am and at the start line 2 hours before the start (you might be thinking I'm doing a lot of moaning but stick with me it gets better!).
Me and Jon were almost separated at the start due to him being in pen 9 and me 5 but he slowly pushed his way to me just before we started.
The first 7 mile was going good and I was very comfortable but Jon started to struggle with his calfs but that passed after a mile. After a while, Jon's pace was beginning to slow and was showing signs of tiredness and started to walk. As this was my first marathon I didn't want to walk and he told me to go on. This did upset me for a couple of mile as I was worried about jon.
I got to about 15 miles and was feeling very strong so I picked up the pace not much because I didn't want to create a problem then it happened!... I needed a pee big time so had to stop side of the road. It felt like this pee was taking forever and was probably about 80 seconds (I can pee like a race horse!)
Ok back to it!
As the run went on I felt more and more confident but had Shabbas in my mind (in particuar Sara) saying to me "take it easy Paul and enjoy it", and that's what I was doing. As the miles went on I upped the pace a little just to see how my fitness was and I was happy with the feeling.
The last 2 miles were amazing and the crowds were out this world.
I had been pushing through the masses since 15 mile and the last 800 metres running past Buckingham Palace and up The Mall with one massive smile.
I did it just under 4 hrs and was happy that I had no Achilles pain.
Now this is why fate gave me this injury I think. London is a great marathon but the amount of people running is crazy, from Mile 15 I was constantly stepping side to side and slowing down to get past runners and it was annoyong me a bit.
Even if I was 100% fit I still would have had no chance of sub 3 hour 30 finish and the frustration would have got to me. I'm glad it went this way because I enjoyed it more and will never forget it.
I will do many more marathons because this distance suits me, but to go for a good time I will pick and choose the time and the right place.
A big thank you to the Shabbas that got me through this with the positive vibes and messages.
Thanks to Harshad and Nikki for meeting me at the finish and bringing me home...... and yes my head is still sunburnt from making another school boy error. ... forgot the suntan lotion :)
Paul you ran that marathon.