Third time unlucky

I went to London last weekend to run the Flora London marathon for the third time. Saturday I woke up with a bad cough, a sore throat and a temperature.


I watched the start on the telly from my hotel bed and used up all the paper tissues crying like a baby. Since I had to hand my champion chip back to the organisers, I joined the other spectators in the group and went to watch the race live for a couple of minutes before making my way to the finish. It's not fun, approaching the finish from the wrong side. Trust me.

I have just registered for the Berlin marathon in September. This means training during the summer. It will take all my will power to get through that. Argh!