1000 – it’s that time again when we all feel proud/full of admiration/sick when watching all the runners taking to the streets of Greater Manchester and, more importantly, our lovely streets of Altrincham at the halfway point.
Carting my other half’s rucksack, bagged a seat at the totem, ready to cheer, wave and all other weird spasms as the plucky athletes pound past
1006 first runners pass through. I can’t find camera icon quick enough
1007 tram arrives bringing more supporters. I continue to struggle operating iPad
1017 runners coming thick and fast, entertained by Loose Change
1018 I start to realise the logistical nightmare that is live blogging
1038 turns out you can’t clap and film simultaneously
1050 service resumes after sees husband run past – missed him previous two times so big moment – actually smiling
1050 fabulous Loose Change still going strong
1057 runners coming over Moss Lane – for those with a very keen eye, you might spot shy and unassuming Tesco…
1105 time to leave the streets of Alty and head to the finish line. Tram full of supporters doing same. I want a bangy thing.
1130 for once in my life I get to the point…
Disappointed that it’s not open for supporters but need to keep remembering it’s not about me. Not just about me.
1135 finish line in sight
1230 half an hour spent recovering version of blog post I’d deleted by mistake 👍🏻
2112 epilogue will follow tomorrow. I think I’m better at epilogues. Thank you for reading 😊😊
…the following day (just)
2309 in summary, 10/10 to all those running in yesterday’s Greater Manchester Marathon. Special mention to all those who came out in support in Altrincham and all those towns along the route.
4/10 to me for my shaky, wobbly, haphazard live blogging performance – it would have been 3/10 but I’m proud that I didn’t drop either my iPad or iPhone or both on Station Road. Or cry. Or get sweary in front of families when I temporarily lost a whole hour of blog updates
Ps, he got a personal best ☺️