Day 100: One Hundred Minutes, One Twisted Back and One Ice Cream (But Not Mine)
Today marks Day 100 of my London Marathon training. It’s strange—when I first started this journey, 100 days felt like it would be an almost mythical milestone. A century of runs, routines and rain. And now it’s here, less like a trumpet-blasting celebration and more like a quiet, weary nod between two old travellers passing on the road. With three weeks to go, I decided the best way to commemorate the occasion was to run for just over 100 minutes. The number felt satisfying. My legs disagreed. But this milestone run didn’t happen until the afternoon. The morning was reserved for Polly’s tennis session, which she thoroughly enjoyed, particularly the ice cream that followed. I didn’t have any, but I did get a reward of sorts: a minor back twinge, earned not from any athletic feat, but from the unassuming act of twisting to pick up a slowly rolling tennis ball. There are people who can sprint a hundred metres in under ten seconds. I, meanwhile, can injure myself bending at the wrong an...