I just wanted to let you know about my new book - 'Running The Smoke: 26 First-Hand Accounts Of Tackling The London Marathon'.
It goes on-sale tomorrow (Thursday, October 6) and is pretty much just as the title suggests: a collection of experiences of completing the London Marathon from the point of view of 26 different individuals who have done so, from former winners, to celebrity runners, to 'ordinary folk', many of whom have overcome exceptional personal adversity to take their place at the start line, far less reach the finish line!
I thought it might be of interest for people with the 2017 ballot results set to be released within the next few days.
One final thing, I'm also donating all of my royalties from sales of the book to Great Ormond Street Hospital Children's Charity - it's just my way of paying it forward, I guess, and trying to contribute the LM's proud and amazing record of philanthropy.
Trying to compose my thoughts in lieu of today's events... Throughout the months of training and, ultimately, the 26.2 miles of the race itself, a marathon can feel like a lonely, intensely individual experience. It isn't, of course. Far from it. One of the first messages I got after I ran my first marathon in 2011 at Loch Ness was from a friend from school, a keen marathon runner whom I hadn't seen in a decade. It simply said: "Congratulations, welcome to the club." That's what a marathon does: galvinises friends and strangers alike and forms a bond between them tighter and more significant than any terrorism 'brotherhood'. It takes courage and resolve to run a marathon. The only thing required to set off explosives is cowardice. That's why the people responsible for what has happened today in Boston will never win. Keep running, folks.