13th April 2014, Tower Hill, London
As far as running the gazillion miles that a marathon consists of with all that comes with it - rather you than me.
To be honest, about a year ago I was actually quite keen on signing up for the 2014 London Marathon. But unfortunately a busted knee, 90 hour working weeks and every other excuse in the book have gotten in the way, so sadly no marathon for me. Bring out the violins.
I did however decide to take part and at least watch this time. With my hatred for crowds and general dislike of anything making feeling like Little Miss Joiner, it was probably not going to be too enjoyable.
Maybe getting to Tower Hill four hours after the start of the race was part of why I found myself bored. The people still running were sadly the strays who could not quite keep up and instead had resorted to walking and in some instances, crawling. Obviously it wasn't too thrilling, but at least I managed to avoid the worst of the crowds. I really do hate crowds.
So it wasn't the greatest of efforts. I did not join in with the first Pimm's of the year drinking, neither did I cheer or clap. I made a measly effort to find Hell's Bells and her crowd before I realised my closest gym was right around the corner and I really quite fancied watching Britain's Got Talent on a cross trainer.
But good effort you guys!
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| Crowds.... |
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| More crowds.... I hate crowds. |
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