Surely, the best part of running a marathon isn’t the months of 5am training in the pissing rain or the final four and a half hours of shin-splintering hell, but telling everyone that you’ve run a marathon. Call me narrow-minded, but I genuinely do not believe people who say they like running for hours and hours on end. A cheeky jog here and there, perh- actually, no, sorry. I couldn’t even get through that. Running is a means to an end. It’s a sweaty, achey, breathy (but annoyingly efficient) way to improve health, lose weight and sculpt your body, if you’re so inclined.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against exercise – I bloody love a good cycling session and I imagine if you have more co-ordination, sense of space and understanding of teamwork then sports are good fun and certainly get the heart rate going- it’s running! I just personally find it so monotonous.
So bravo all you crazy people who just ran TWENTY SIX BASTARD MILES in the blazing London sunshine, especially if you’ve raised shit loads of money for charity, good on ya. I’ll be cheering you on in my own special way, see above.