It's been five years since I ran the London Marathon. It's something I never fail to bring up, even in a casual conversation which might go like this.
You: Nice day, isn't it?
Me: Yes, a most pleasant day to go running.
You: Yes, did you hear about what happened to that ship that was attacked by pirates?
Me: Pirates? Bet they never go running.
You: They threatened to kill all on board if they weren't paid a ransom.
Me: And if they are killed, they can certainly never go running. Did I tell you about the time I ran the London Marathon and someone came dressed as a pirate?
As you probably guessed, I'm darned proud of having run the 26.2 mile course. Here are some pics. (Rest assured I will do the same year after year. Write about my day of glory that is, not run)