On Saturday evening, the four ladies, Keith and myself ventured into the city to check in at a Hotel near St Pancras, where there was a large pre-match pep talk for the runners, and a bus to take them to the start in the morning.
Apparently the pep talk was very good (me and Keith were "forced" to stay in the bar), with all sorts of helpful tips, and when the chap said "If you normally drink a bit at weekends, then you

So, yes I can confirm that this picture shows the girls with glasses of champagne in hand as an aperitif, and yes I can confirm that they also managed to sink a bottle of Rioja with their bowls of pasta that night!
However, the ladies did then go straight to bed after dinner to make sure they were fresh for their 7.15 am pick up! Cue alarms going off at 10 to 6 am so they could all get their porridge in before finally putting their official race numbers on. I somehow managed to stumble downstairs to get a pic of them just before they got on the bus. (I then went straight back to bed in a typically "supportive husband" fashion).

They managed to look excited rather than nervous in the picture, which is great, although why Liz decided to pose with a Lucozade bottle between her legs and why Lisa was doing an impression of a US long haul trucker is anyone's guess!
So, off they went, and then a little later, off Keith and I (foolishly) decided to walk from St Pancras to Tower Bridge in honour of the girls' efforts. A slight distance misjudgement almost made us miss the race.....
I'm sure the ladies will want to tell you themselves about how amazing the support was, but suffice to say, it was clear from all the texts and phone calls we were getting that LOTS of people coming down to support - JD, Nads, Ed, Louise, Suzanne, Paula, Bins, Becky and all the rugby gang, and Jim and Kim, who were all running around the South Bank and then into Docklands; the Dunns and the Stocks who were in the Docklands area (and strongly deny they were anything to do with the Gas Leak); Roughly 9 of Liz's family who were at the NAS headquarters at the Holiday Inn at mile 14/22; Sue's family who had come down especially, Lisa's family were on the course somewhere too - and its at this point that I realize that there were far too many people for me to remember being there, let alone remember where they were.
So a massive thank you to everyone who was there, and a massive sorry to everyone I forgot. For my part, Captain Lewis and myself met up with Rhino, Shirt, Trina, Andy Thomas and Clara, and Mama and Papa West, just as a bar right next to Tower Bridge was opening. Imagine that....
So, we went out on to the Bridge just before mile 13, searching through the crowds to find our brave girls, and thanks to our special early warning system we were able to gauge when they would come through. That early warning system was a frankly ludicrous phone call from Siani not even remotely out of breath, and telling me they had passed 11 miles!
I have to say that when the girls came past us on the bridge they all looked ridiculously comfortable for 12 miles, as shown here, where Liz and Sue even found time to have an impromptu sing/dance off to some S-Club 7, in front of the Tower of London!
Ready? All together now......2,3,4, "Reach! For the stars...climb every mountain high and..."Again, I'm sure the girls will want to tell you their own feelings about the crowds and the local support on the day, but it sounds like the people running around Docklands did a truly wonderful job of cheering and keeping them going. It seems that through military planning and amazing coordination (or possibly through extreme enthusiasm and luck!) we managed to have supporters chanting their names every couple of miles. Absolutely brilliant.
When we saw them again on Tower Hill at 23 miles, I thought they all looked in pretty good shape - all still smiling, if not running quite as fast, and definitely coping with the hailstones much better than some of the supporters (ie Me!)
After that, it was a mad, and frankly unsuccessful dash to try and see them on Birdcage Walk going towards the finish - I'm afraid the crowds around St James Park took their toll. I'm sure it was the very same crowds, however, who helped carry the girls home those last few hundred yards.
So, how did they get on? Brilliantly, actually. The girls all had to battle through the heavy crowds near the start, but got into their rhythm beautifully, and came home in pairs - Liz and Sue got home in 4hrs 45 mins, with Lisa and Sian (who were still recovering from their knee and hip problems) coming in soon after at 4hrs 54 mins.
So thats slower than Gordon Ramsay, but quicker than the Masai Warriors! Faster, and clearly more glamorous than the Page 3 girl who ran, and who looked understandably miserable limping through the hail at mile 23. And, of the running Wombles, I believe Orinoco overtook the girls, but they still managed to come in ahead of Great Uncle Bulgaria!
We managed to meet the girls in the public area on Horseguards Parade soon after the finish - it was amazing to see them so buoyant and jubilant after such an effort, and I think everybody there was just bursting with pride and admiration as they proudly displayed their medals.
What a an effort, and what a day. The atmosphere was just incredible all around London, and the runners were just amazing, the girls, the elite athletes and all the people dressed up in heavy, uncomfortable or just plain embarrassing costumes to try and raise money. It was easy to see why this has become the biggest single fundraising event in the World.
And for us, of cours, the fun wasn't over yet, as we all headed back to St Albans for a post Marathon knees up. That is, however, another story....