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The London Marathon – done.

It was a strange thing running down Birdcage walk at the end of the marathon. I wasn’t sure what feelings I’d expect; elation? pride? achievement? I didn’t feel any of them, but just a massive sense of relief and an overwhelming urge to burst into tears. I avoided the latter (narrowly), but the sense of relief as the 26.7 miles of running/shuffling were completed.

Preparation for a marathon…

To get really underway in the marathon training (and to make sure that I wasn’t too lazy over Christmas) Karly and I had signed up for the #Tadworth10, along with our #DFSG4 pals Hanna and Kate.  It was the first 10 mile run I’ve ever done, and the only knowledge of the race we had was that it was quite ‘hilly.’

We arrived at Epsom Racecourse in what can only be described as a torrential storm.…

I’ve always enjoyed cycling; it’s been a big part of my life for the past 4 years as I’ve gone from a novice on a £200 Viking ‘bicycle shaped object’ through to completing ‘Chase the Sun‘ last year on a new carbon steed.  Running, on the other hand, has been something of a personal challenge.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, but that my enjoyment has historically only lasted for a few minutes…