So yesterday, my dear wife left me in London to join the other 13 thousand or so people looking to complete the London Landmarks Half Marathon. Running something that wifey finds enjoyable, she entered along side my cousin – only my cousin didn’t get a place.
At around 09.40, I gave her kiss and wished her luck as she joined the huge queue to start her run. Initially we planned to see her at Miles 2, 5, 6, 7.5, 8, 9, 12 and the finish. They layout of the route meant that we got to see them 3 or 4 times at points without us having to move more than a few feet.
So tomorrow the London Landmarks Malfunction Marathon is being hosted for mad people to run around 13 miles. Why people would do this, I do not understand.
Running for me is not enjoyable. It might be if I was a lot lighter, so there wasn’t as much pressure on my knees, but there is a big reason I choose to cycle to lose weight, my bum and weight are supported.
But tomorrow I will be in London. Not to run the half marathon but to shout and cheer on my wife and mother-in-law. They’re the ones mad enough to complete this amazingly difficult challenge.