So, a couple of weeks ago, I completed the BRMB Walkathon. It was tough, and not pretty, but I’m glad that I did it. After staying at my friend’s house the night before, as she lives near one of the starting points, we headed over to Summerfield Park at about 8:15. The weather was looking ok, it was dry at least, and reasonably bright. We were loaded with supplies for the way, and smiles on our faces. After reporting in, we had a bit of a wait (we thought it would be busier than it was – turns out King’s Heath park was a popular starting point). There was then a group warm up session for everybody, which involved lots of stretching and preparing for the house ahead.
We got in the queue for the starting line, and after the 9am news, we were off! The sun was out, and all was good. People were happy and jolly, and plenty of discussions about the Britain’s Got talent final were overheard! I was walking with two colleagues from Birmingham Metropolitan College (my second placement), and the boyfriend of one of them. After about five miles in, we separated into two pairs, and carried on.
The community spirit was great to see, with one young boy shouting outside of his house with a megaphone, “People doing the Walkathon, come and get your free drinks”, with a tray full of squash for people to have. We also walked past a garden with two chairs set out, with a notice saying “For tired walkers”. Lots of people were beeping their horns and cheering us on, and the marshalls were congratulating everybody as they saw them. Ann and I even had a family wind the windows of their car down and start clapping us!
Despite my (minimal) training, after about 20 miles, I was starting to get tired. We came to a marker telling us we had walked 19.6 miles, and feeling a bit disheartened that we hadn’t done more, I told Ann to go on ahead as I was tired, was going to have a short rest and that I would only slow her down. Ann went on and achieved a very good time
After my little sit down, couple of paracetamol, and nearly a bag of jelly babies, I was feeling much better. this was helped by the free chocolate being handed out as I walked past Cadbury World
I then came to another marker telling me I had walked 22.4 miles, and now the end was in sight.
However, then it started raining. At first, it was just a little shower, which was actually quite nice, as it had got pretty warm around midday and so the rain was quite refreshing. But then, it really started. I assumed it was just a short, heavy shower that would pass very soon. A few minutes in, it was still going, and I thought it best to put my waterproof jacket on. Good idea, although my clothes underneath were pretty drenched already.
Those last few miles were actually pretty fun. It didn’t stop raining for the rest of the walk, but that made it more interesting. I think if that rain had have come down and I still had a lot more to go, I would have struggled. But it was all part of it. I met up with some people we’d met earlier in the day, and had a good chat with them as we were walking along, and it was nice.
The last couple of miles were along some sort of woodland trail, leading to Summerfield Park. I thought, that as the path was sheltered, it would be ok, but no, it was still torrential. With a mile to go, I contacted my parents to say I was nearly there, as they wanted to meet me at the finish line, and I got a final burst of energy. Unfortunately the last few metres were uphill, so, emerging from the woods, absolutely dripping wet, I staggered up the hill, and gave a wave to my parents. 7.5 hours later and I’d made it! I then collected my medal and had some photographs taken.
Overall, a brilliant day, and lots of fun. Congratulations to all those who took part, and well done. Thank you to BRMB and the sponsors for organising it – the road signs were very useful and I could see that a LOT of effort must have gone into it. Finally, thank you to all the people who sponsored us, and have helped ro raise money to Build a Home for the Brave. (P.S. Our sponsor page is till open if there is anybody who wants to make a donation – http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/team/HRTeam )
Worst part of the day – none really! The pain wasn’t that bad at all, and a couple of days later I was absolutely fine.
Best part of the day – my Mum, at the finish line, greeting me with, “Em, you look like you’ve lost about 3 stone!” Woop, thanks Mum