Day 111 – Ten Days to Go and the Finish Line Is Starting to Glimmer
We’re in the final stretch now. Ten days. Just ten. The London Marathon is no longer a distant concept or a “someday” goal scribbled in a training diary—it’s almost now . The countdown has moved from being something motivational to something that occasionally wakes me up at 3 a.m. with the creeping realisation that I still haven’t decided what socks I’m wearing on race day. (This may not seem important. It is .) The usual wave of “Get Ready for London!” emails has started pouring in—some helpful, some terrifyingly enthusiastic. Every subject line sounds like it’s being shouted by an overzealous coach with a clipboard and a stopwatch. I’ve also been contacted by the sponsors, who are now very keen to soothe my aching limbs. Radox, in particular, has kindly reminded me that their bath salts are available in just about every scent known to humankind. If I follow their advice, by the time the marathon arrives, I may well smell like a pine forest that’s just come back from a spa retreat. ...