Well, I did actually run the whole way, the last half I took part in. Came home 5 minutes slower than the previous one, in which I walked every mile for a minute! Make of that what you will.
Run-walking got me past the six mile barrier, the eight mile barrier, and gets my confidence back each time it is wrecked by my efforts to run continuously. It is the best I can do, and I am ridiculously proud of it.
When I first wore a number on my front, and took part in a race, I was on sticks, couldn't walk without them. During that fortnight, the runners I was travelling with made me feel absolutely welcome to share their road with them, even wasted their breath to cheer me on as they came racing past.
I owe those wonderful runners a debt of gratitude I will never forget.
Of course I understand there are other runners, who think that I shouldn't be there.
They are the losers, not me.