Day 10 - Tears and memories
It's done. Ten laps of the lake completed. I still can't quite believe something that has been a massive focus in my life for the best part of a year is over. Our last day was very different to the previous nine. Regular morning rituals were thrown into disarray as we had to be ready for action in the main hall by 8.45am. Three of the student physios, including my buddy Joe, had bravely decided to run the main marathon (off virtually no training I might add) though they had to set off at 8.00am, which meant I needed to be down there for treatment an hour earlier than usual. As a result I had to rush breakfast and gather my belongings. On the walk down to the Athletes' Room I bumped into Jim, who said he wouldn't be able to hang around long after the finish. We gave each other a hug with tears in our eyes. Little did I know this would be the first of countless such occasions during the day. Joe was running a little late, understandably feeling some pre-race nerves
