It's time to stop running
Hello, my lovelies. For so many brave and courageous people, today was the London marathon. Those select few dedicate months and months to training, during sunshine and rain, just so they can queue up, attach their unique number, and run through the streets of this great city. Their reasons may vary, and some may not finish, but the outcome is always the same. They can say that they actually did it. No matter what time they ran, or if the managed to cross the finish line or not, the did it. And many raise a small fortune for charity by doing it. But for the rest of us, well, me mostly, the thought of running to the end of the street let alone a full marathon is nothing more than a scene straight out of a horror movie. For others, as they cross the finish line their flushed red smiling faces tell the world how remarkable they are. But for me, I have a small hot flush just trying to bend down to tie ...