with the obligatory white trousers and black caps.On the morning of the marathon I was up at what felt like the crack of dawn (actually 6am) and had to get to Farnborough Station for 7am to catch the coach up to London. On the way to the station it felt strange
enjoyed it at the time, but I desperately wanted to get better. I hated that I wasn't good at it. I'd always had the London Marathon at the back of my mind as 'something I wanted to do before I was 30'. So after my first 5K, with time ticking on
