. On Sunday, I swore I would never run another marathon. Now I write this... I'm not so sure!
washing machine and a War Horse puppet as the gun went to start the London Marathon. The first impression was of slight anti-climax. I’d been building towards this moment for the last nine weeks (I was a late and surprised substitute for an injured
of 4:30. I was using my Garmin to pace myself and that had me bang on 2:15 at the halfway mark although the official half marathon split was 2:16.58. I did start to tire a little around the halfway point and I think may have taken a sneaky little walk
helped.On Saturday, the family and I arrived at the Expo in time for a nice lunchtime picnic before going in and really setting the excitement ball rolling. That said, driving through London and having seen the signs warning of road closures and various
Staying with friends in Ealing meant I had a lie in compared to last year, and I arrived at Ealing Broadway at 7:10am relaxed and comfortable, with time to spare. Multiple problems on the Central Line lead to that spare time evaporating and I was anxious when at 9:10am I arrived ...
It took five years of waiting, four months of training and over five hours for me to do - but I did it! Even now as I’m sitting here writing this, I cannot quite believe that I’ve done it. Saturday started off with the train to London and the expo
